The world keeps turning

The world spins around  an endless 

 axis of women's legs ...

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A mischievous genius  emerged from a can 

 of coke thrown to the rats of Manhattan .

I'ts raining in Brussels  and boredom 

watches over my slumber .

 The spirits of mount Fuji question 

the hanged men of the night .

 This world continues to turn to 

the ticking of its metronome madness .

In Whitechapel, Miss Marple on the track

of the angel maker cast out of heaven ...

 On Abbey Road I meet four boys in turmoil.

 With my stars and guts of  general 

I will seduce the queen of all  Paris ! 

A chick dressed in chanel numb 5

is waiting for the midnight express ...

Can you see this cadaver floating 

in the Trevi fountain  and leaving me 

with nostalgia for Fellini's strada ...?

 Could it be that love exists in this

 grotesque metaverse ?

Maybe a dark-skinned ebony  longing

 for me in a Lagos shantytown...

  I believe in this beauty that the colors 

of a lie tell us .

Word of mouth buzzes with a Schuman resonance

 Finally purified of this trompe l'oeil touch ...

Give me back the polar embrace of Montreal 

so that my soul may become winter once more...

Capricious mirror  could show me where to find

 the street of  happiness 

in this world  spinning  around 

the dark reflection of  endless death  ?