My parodic side

I was a Gothic  shadow  

having no memory of a belly,

dressed in darkness ,

in a primal  forest ,inner violence

gurgling with crawling creatures,

torpid bastard of night and small fry .

I often met the man who laughted

but it was just pissy vodka in my head...

I still have the bitter taste of a champagne

at curfew time and the sticky  smell

of a bush of wax puppets on a string .

all was philosophy of ashtray .

Schopenauer collapsed  stone on the couch

and in the round of midnight pleasures

Led Zeppelin took us into Mary Poppins bed...

It was the perfect bliss and the orange agent

embalmed  Icarius children ...

On the road to all ends a sepulchral  sax called us :

'' Guys not be old folgies in your thirties ! "

They all have eaten their ticket ...

 I'm just the caricature of a lucid dream

in a padded  room ...

And  I don't give  a drama !

  Parodic  side .