The poem

I'ts a poem without a birthplace.

A graffito on the wall of  grotesque.

Trickster dead-end .

It's a poem in the rain 

that pensive dogs , greet

by raising their paw...

'' 0ffer  me the alms of a glance,

 ladies,gentlemen and transgenders ! ''

I 'm just a poor doggerel scribbler ,

expecting  lord Byron 's inspiration !

 I'ts a poem that swings between 

verbal logorhea and lethal diarhea .

Masterpiss vomit  by some 

vodka-soaked artifice ...

 Eulogy of Donald Duck 

or Jack the ripper's apology ...

Shogun ! I dedicate to you

this ultimate haiku before seppuku .

Welcome to the hanging bards festival !

Blake and Baudelaire are not in the cast 

and Jim Morisson doesn't show up ...

It was a poem drawn like spasm 

on toilet paper ...

Swallowed up in the nothingness of a sewer .