A flight to New York

I finally took a flight to New York .

There were too many  lost corps 

 in the subway ...

I wanted to  get nowhere 

so I wouldn't have to face 

my rebellious shade ...

I'll go to treat a trendy café at time out market

and consolate this girl who ended up 

in the Hudson at minus 30 late at night...

 There are no more angels on the rooftops of Berlin 

and Paris no longer believes in the lights...

Ellis island fall asleep .

 No hope left by a bird of passage .

 Am I just a refugee from the prisons of the soul

who chose to be free in the land of slaves ?

 Before the final crash I will meet the fatal hostess

at the Titanic's bar .

Only for a geography of her last undies...

Is she wearing Chanel or guerlain 

to hide a mortal odor ?

I am the poet of lethal ergonomics 

I don't need a salvation ,

 out of rich of life ...

 I spend my time flying in love

with ethereal beauties 

that inspire me a desire for harmony...

I booked a drama to New york 

in comfort class  illusions 

towards  a shantytown populated by ghosts.

 Bully spirits don't speak .

They haunts  schizoid schedules 

like intrusive actors...

 Claus Kinsky has perverted Barbie .

Mister Bean has beheaded Teddy...

 Don't worry  no veniality !

All this just stolen childhood...

 '' Guys and gails we'll be landing at chat GPT airport !

We do not expect to see you again on our lies !

 - So we invite you to die in silence so as not to disturb

the deafness of the world ! '' 

  Upon my arrival an old native shaman

welcomed me ! 

It was long before the New Amsterdam ...

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