The café from nowhere

At the café from nowhere 

there's always a table available

to welcome the infinite.

Those who no longer have shadows

slip in through a crack in the unreal,

leaving a tip of melancholy  in some

empty cup of afterlife...

A buccaneer who thinks he's Hemingway ,

having just arrived from from a distant planet

on the next street  over ,tell us about star wars ...

 He's quite the vet' who knows all the tricks

to fool immortality under his  magacap ...

At the café from nowhere ,

the damned are playing a rugged  game 

that dead dispenses in a compassionate manner...

 Magnificent losers picking up the last tab .

Mocking the poor lunatic poet who  mourns

 the fickle muse ...

 I go there several times in my life and even 

more than that ....

 I've found a few autistic avatars who consider 

themselves artists ...

Recognizing in me the ectoplasm of Kafka .

 but that's just a dream dissolved in a moka cream...

I'm in love with this girl who never finishes her 

poisoned  elixir .

Artificial flower courted by indifference ,

Sometimes her green plant eyes looks 

almost pleading ...

  Saying  ''Water me ! '' 

  I don't dare approache her 

 You know I'm not a gardener .

And bonsai  don't have email ...

At the midnight of the worlds ,

when everything is nothing but appearances,

souls in pain have not to pay .

 Nothingness makes credit .

at the entrance just hang your nooses 

ans a few other hopes ...

Take a look at the infinity heading ,

we'll be talking about you there ...

the wait will keep you company .

 and know that you will never leave again

  the café from nowhere...