Nowhere land

I wish I were a poet .

I am just a poor disabled 

polymath  who only 

speaks dead languages ...

I don't  understand 

the universal law of attraction

that causes two bodies 

to touch each other...

 Newton never bite 

into the forbidden fruit ...

All of Einstein's twisted ramblings

have only given rises to chaos

on a Dali canvas...

In this ambiguous mirror of life

there's only reflection 

of  a wingless angel ...

 My finery is tired with 

a nasty taste of humanity ...

 I sent a prayer to Allah ,

who answered '' Submit yourself ! ''

I defied  Jehovah who accused me

of being a C.I.A  agent !

I called the Buddha who was absent 

due to impermanence ...

What my bubble room is missing

is the softness of a watercolor 

painted by the young Hitler 

in his Bohemian madness ...

 Pervers vertigo for industrial puppets...

 '' You will be an existentialist  my son ! ''

Said Tinker bell over my cradle ...

 Can you  be a poet 

if you forget to be a landscape ?

 Nowhere land tragic history .