Masked ball

Entered the  masked ball ! 

The ectoplasms tell me : 

'' I see you ! But you don't exist ! ''

So I dress up my misery 

in obsidian tears .

 I put on a pretty farce ,

because girls don't  appreciate

socially awkward geniuses ...

At the devil's ball ,I dance with  Carry,

and I set fire to her forbidden senses...

The gravedealers who cultivate 

psychotrop flowers on Pluto ,

 are my  suppliers ...

 I am the scultor of masquerade 

which thaw in the thought 

of a disconnected  fridge ...

 When night and death enjoy 

a funeral orgasm under a passing mask,

we think to recognize love  under 

the ambiguous promise of Mercury's desire...

 At midnight the round of pleasures .

Hours of ashes when it's time to submit yourself

over the caresses of a tender carcass...

 Others say you must remove this face 

that hides the mask .

 I have to bring a fresh soul over the closet .

 I vote,flush the lavatory and wash my hands 

of any wrongdoing before inviting me 

to the scene ...

 It's not so difficult to pretend to be normal...

   Welcome to the masked ball !

    ( dedicated to the community of l'Arche )