The venom of days

There's a poisonous sweetness in frozen smiles

 like venom in the dawn .

A drama plays out on the worn strings of a violin.

Mankind  rolls its eyes like night birds  

 No more rebirth ,dream fading  away ...

  The loudspeaker makes silence ,

all quiproquos lost in the harvest of hours.

 A bitter sap flows from the tree of possibilities.

  Let me finish this letter to a former love

 whose taste I can't remember !

   I tear my words in the eyes 

   of a beautiful  stranger 

   and she turns the corner  ...

   Is this life just the next train 

that the cyanide of biterness watches go by ?

I would have liked to wait for you 

on a foggy quay ,embracing your warmth

 and inventing you, in my jolly folly

 some utopia to the utmost ends of the heart !

 But it's just a reverie that feel the absence

and a taste of old absinthe ...

  In this venom ,I see only funny real masks 

who pretend to be actors ...

  Lethal verb in a gray  november 

where in infinite solitude 

  snakes  slumber ...