Central station

I'ts a cold mourningshift  around 

the central station afterlife .

In this spirit of evil burned by insomnia

all that remains in dead leaves 

between vomit and disgust for love .

As well a red puddle as ultimate excretion...

Drunks and killers are crescent moon friars.

At flickering hours pass by the black poet

who purify the soul of the trash cans .

Central station ,tourists  embarking to nowhere,

purchasing a one -way  regret

and go sip a coffin at the local starback ...

 Today is epidemic morning .

It is mandatory to advance secretly masked .

 Miss Death will be delayed due to the strike.

A queen of spades lingers on a wet embrace...

 Poor Jack of hearts out of play ! 

It's the hour when rats roll the flea shroud ,

discovering that dreams always lead 

to the hall of infamy ...

 At the departure gate ,a nutecase 

wrote '' I love you ! '' 

 correspondance interrupted 

by a police raid .

Often people become cops 

because they failed their hooligan exam...

But that'a another story .

A bullshit that we don't tell each other 

in a busy station hell ...

 '' Hey bloke Can you spare a few coke ? ''

In the weariness of our steps,

perhaps we will rediscover  

the meaning of the journey ...

 On halloween masquerade

the drowned children will return .

Local starback eternity .

 Central station terminal  island ...