I can't imagine

Music won't save me 

from my dissociated sphere.

But I don't want to be saved

to sing like a fool in the rain

and see me  convicted

in the name of universal love ...

I am merely an acrobat of chance

dancing o the roof of a bipolar rainbow 

and painting melancholy night comedies...

  A hangman's rope on a beat-up  guitar .

It's Mozart who is being murdered 

and Lennon won't be coming back ...

  I can't imagine .

 My machine broke down in a time bubble

between Ibiza and a summer love ...

 I didn't fill up your patchouli enough .

 Hippie lost in a Walmart aisle 

shouting at people on the escalator

slogans for midgets knit in a bowl 

 of lucky warm  porridge ...

  In this cynical world ,naivety is subversive !

  I am the last Dadaist ,sanctified ,

A scratched record from the 70s 

stuck in my head ...

  Mandatory happiness 

in the back of the monospace !

When the great orchestrator  

stops the tragedy ,

everyone rushes to the coffin 

in the joyous echo of a hope-for death .

  I can't imagine ...

 On the gibbet of insanities 

well rise up proud iconoclasts ! 

 A genderless executioner 

rekindling the flame of the worldliness ! 

At  Altamont ,I'll palm 

this damn machine off an angel 

and in a prodigious trip ,

I would fall asleep in psychiatry 

until the next century 

where life will be even worse

sprawled out on the pink sofa...

 Darling,I gona to bump you off ,

I don't want to leave alone ...

 But this will not amuse poets 

whose verses have the architecture

of some tasteless  clichés...

  I no longer believe in cubist mirage.

   Can you imagine that ?