Interior night

Evil mental  who seeks 

the face of devil 

in the diffused mirror 

of the horror .

Imprisoned by an interior dream

Clouds that do not smile passing through the storm, 

dying in medical indifference.

 Garbage piles up in the streets of the mind.

 No elevator to heaven .

Soft stairway to  hell .Silent sands .

No broken home delivery services .

I am afraid  of walking down  memory lane.

People might recognize me .

Making me an euphoric and social creature !

 They will say to me : 

''  Don't feel  guilty for not loving us ! ''

       Respondent : 

''No ,I assure you, its the other one ! ''

   Crash between  word and  ego 

 for risky landing ...

  To mourne one's pervers instability

is to give up one's license to fly 

and to be reduced at some canine libido level...

I went mad at the stage door 

and I fell of the sofa in a diva's arms 

with Freudian  charms .Just an appetizer...

Then I run away  renouncing 

 the honors  of the trend 

without starting an analysis ...

 Here, i am great priest of multipolar wandering.

Crazy about a distant Egyptian princess 

whom I desire through the spectral gaze 

of my computer ...

 I can not  longer distinguish the insane 

from the living , gestures of dead on probation

and other shenanigans ...

 I need some thalassopsychiatry 

to be initiated into  the cabalistic depths !

  Easy-cozy interior night ...