The song of all possibilities

''  Could metempsychosis be the cause ? ''

In my mind Mozart composes symphonies .

Einstein teaches me the geometry of universe.

I drink tea with the Buddha in the shade of his tree.

I sailed down the Amazon with the captain Haddock

who never stopped cursing fate ...

I also crossed the dead sea on the yacht 

 of the queen of Shaba ...

 It's true that I don't always behave very wisely .

It happened to me in the morning 

to emerge from the fragrant bed of the burning Cleopatra...

Did you know that I played a game of chess with lord Devil ?

I had the dark side of the force .

   It had eternity .

I am an intelligence that draws suns that will rise

in the constellation of Orion ,

 which will unleash winds of passion 

in foolish  lunar eclipses ...

 Beware of my charming smile and style ,

masking killer waves ...

One saved from shipwreck ,you will have no choice

but a Martini on the rock of Monaco ,

subjugate by the laments of the sirens ...

 Here Iam on the open road with my pilgrim's staff.

But dig this : Beneath this saintly facade 

I am just a skirt chaser ,picking up chicks on vespa .

   Tempo di Roma ! Bacci -bacci  bella ! 

Sometime i lose the adress of my gentle madness .

 Ringing the door bell of old dead moons 

  which suscribers in the afterlife respond to .

  I politely say : 

'' scuse me ma'am we met each other 

when you were still a maiden ! 

 You have some very cute little brats ! "

  She has an orgasmic rictus and leaves to find 

a muscular ectoplasm smoking in front of the TV,

setting on a coffin ...

So I'm outta here ,like an erotic session at the shrink's.

 I am just a pathetic Harlequin drifting 

towards the shallows 

on a canal in Amsterdam ...

Hoist and up jolly queen Mary ! 

Edgar Poe carcass rotting on the portside

facing the setting ...

 Tomorrow's tide will be too sluggish .

Always awaken with this great body of myself 

that even the ravens will not feast on ...

I would hang myself from the neck 

of a B-movie  heroine 

 and  love her as we take the time 

to philosophize with Droopy  about 

rain and some other seasons ...

Life no longer holds any surprises for scholar dogs.

The infinitude talks only to itself ,

offering us the fruits of everything and bullshit

in the song of all possibilities...