The after

Life is but a breath 

in the whirlwind 

of an afterflight ...

Unstable rock 

where clings and tears 

the skin of the soul 

while the great void says :

'' I m  waiting for you ! ''

Three words whispering the end ,

 farewell message thrown 

on a disheveled  bed 

which retains only the murky debt

of denial ...

Life is just a bingo played

by poker farce  mumies ...

Coming out  of the big midnight casino,

weirdos gotta respect  

the well meaning ritual of folly

by just blowing their minds out ...

 Life resembles a staircaise 

descending toward heaven 

where the light no longer hurts.

 I have no lies to tell the child 

I will never have .

 It's just a funambulist in limbo

expecting for a fragrant cave ...

 Life is nothing but a novel filled 

with missed appointments

 written by lost poets which make 

the badass amazons laugh ...

'' Poet is not a job but it's above being gay ! ''

Thus speaks to the tribe ,the pater familias 

framed on the living room wall .

 The elder believed in the miracle 

of the fairy electricity ! 

 Alas ! He will never never become a genius 

thanks to Chat GPT  ! 

 He rests in the heroe's square 

and rain only comes to visit him ...

 '' Believe in my heart and embrace death 

 you 'll end up  in hell  ! ''

  Sings a lonesome vocal killer ...

What's the point of showing compassion 

for left over regrets that a afterlife gardener 

piles up  ?

  Don't wait for me ! 

I will join you in the arms 

of the virgin of the ruins .

   Somewhere beyond the after ...