Wordless story

Born of a chance ,

occurence of a silent language

who contemplates me 

as an abstract object 

or some  wild artifact...

I learned to read the message

from lips sealed by a shameful 

appointment who did not plant

kisses on the toys...

My brave Teddy has gone 

to the lie-after of a closet,

warmed by a disabled puppet ...

Surrounded by a few mechanical 

bonsai trees with a well oiled-look

that popped out of Santa's hat,

thinking they were making me laugh

by dressing up as facetious psychiatrists...

Then I lost myself in fluffy nightmares 

that smelled like a shroud 

 for still alive ederly ...

I was that child of savage rituals 

in my sentinel island .

Reppeling all impudent conquerors !

Hero of a wordless story 

where Ginger and Buster

hailed a cab under the rain  ,

driven by a serial killer ...

 Poor backpacker ,untrusting

his sorrow to the birds of boredom...

 And life came along ,

laying a speckle of rust 

on the demonetized demons.

 Lucky hand at the poker table ...

 Thanks a lot  doc !

A smiling ghost invites me 

to taste an elixir of immortality...

 Here I am back home .