Anti portraits

I'm a gothic existentialist .

An autistic yogi 

spitting mantras on a nail string.

I'm the black thursday evangelist ,

the bloody sunday  exorcist .

I read in the scriptures 

that the dreams of the emir 

are set in sand and diamond dust .

Prophet and vagabond 

in the streets of Vienna ,

waking up at the golden dawn ,

and friend with the night shelter pilgrims...

Well -bread girls  read hello sadness ,

 Fathers are unworthy 

and mothers at the stove .

 It's really  a brave old word ! 

I'm this demon who rings 

from door to door ,

to peddle  its junk ...

Useless seeds which drifts 

on the dead waters delta ...

I am everywhere ,

without  birth ausweiss .

A poet in the sky of Dresden ,

drew me a sheep in a ocean of fire !

 People don't get carried away by passion !

I cried when I learned that a ukrainien 

troubadour has eaten the little prince !

 The reckless Anne franck went out 

without a preservative ...

But probably I confuse 

with the little red  hoodlum ...

  I never really understood 

 the ritual of these  

 magnificent  cuckolds 

 hanging themselve 

before the christmas turkey return ...

 Fishes turn round in a planetarium 

 waiting for the  aquarius time ...

  Pluto in  disturbed descendant 

gives me  jester's sacred  right !

 defrocked dabler who sets fire 

to the ghetto ,

Probably  a lack of esperanto syndrom...

Bird of misfortune  and misfit mystery

who come to empty 

your polluted vacuity ...

But sometime ,when the clouds 

of a large verdigris volcano ,

obscured the vertigo of stars ,

I have the grotesque feeling 

 of loving you ...