Megapolar blues

All is black.

All megapolar blues.

White hours 

when evil spirits fall asleep .

Grey up and dawn, bloody friday...

The world is in depression

greenbacks without passion,

but the mummies are smiling

resigning oneself to pretending.

A seismograph sends out a mayday ...

 Vortex of happiness dancing in the rain.

A stranger blending with the night 

stole Mary Poppin's umbrella !

 He'll end up in a rotten hell hole

in Philadelphia ..

Bowing before lady Fentanyl  !  

 It's midnight poor Cindarella .

You seem more dead after love ...

Armstrong's shoffar  sounds the deguello

over the sea of tranquility.

The count dawn has reached - zero .

   Your name ,Rambo,deleted ...

Darn old clock out of order ,

striking  the hours of anthroposophists

or perhaps the return of the dinosaurs...

My reason melts like French cheese 

under artifice of neon lights and unspoken swords...

Disturbing aroma of deadly flowers 

with a tender touch of decay ,amore mio...

I would go to visit some corpses

whose silence ,I appreciate ...

The high priestess will offer me a cup of sadness 

and we will discuss marriage and miscariage ...

  What a wonderful  world !

But its getting late .I must return to my tomb.

On the way ,the Panchen Lama ,

smiled at me .

 And by telling me :

'' Hang in there ! It will all be over soon ! ''

I had finally rediscovered the joy of dying ! 

 All is black .

All megapolar blues.

  Is there somewhere a glimmer of despair ?