Kafka

In the search of meaning

in the silence of worlds.

Kafka ! leaves this corpse

engaged in a process 

of  decay on a stage 

at the theater of the absurd...

what's the point of looking 

for starlight in the darkness 

of the mind ?

I talk in silence of madness .

In a seismic implosion ,

seizing Mona Lisa lips 

for a posthumus kiss ...

Is necrophilic  fulness 

the ultimate truth 

in a padded room ?

Before boarding 

the train to nowhere 

I'll  hang out 

in the hall of last steps...

Death is not the final issue .

You've to learn to pretend to live

in the shadow of crematoria .

  and know how to wear the mask 

  of  a liar in an obscure

 crow-hissed tragedy...

Insignifiant procrastinator ,

so as not gored by the crowd of rhinos...

Illusion without identity 

other than that of a rumor .

 Kafka !  Are we suffering 

an artistic syndrom ,

in search of author ?

 We don't put 

crazy people on the trial !

They go up to the gallows 

on their own ...

 Awaiting sentence ,

lets go seduce a green fairy 

at the ''  café des philosophes '' .

 Sartre and kirkegaard

are learned  monkeys

in a Mondrian style abstraction...