The death valley

I like a lot fury tales 

and feel a sens of nostalgia 

from that childhood  spent 

taking apart willing dolls...

 children still believe 

in the legend of the serial killer 

who emerges from the night ...

In ghost city the gospel 

always ends up hanging from a rope

with a guitar ballad  by the fire place...

 that's where I'd spend my life 

with a sweet death who has the smile 

of Lee van  cleef ...

  We'll have a lot of  lovely stillborn...

  You'll  go to college my son ,

and you'll become a famous  bounty hunter !

May god curse this damn  bullyland .

All you find there is desert harvest ...

Kids don't need to dream in order to kill

faster then their own shadows ...

 Beyond central park massgrave 

the corpses stand up straight for a better life .

Only if they know the names of  lord Remingon's

twelve apostles ...

Pistolero shoot the pianist who never grew up ! 

 May the devil bless the repentance 

of the zombies on rickers island !  

 all quiet west of the fifth street .

Hurried clouds in stetson telling each other

 stories of oil and cotton ...

  Rubik's cub fly  to  J.F.K .

At Madison square garden ali's memory searches 

for its Teddy ,eaten by a grizzly ...

 West of the great depression  i'll escape 

the evil spell of this birth and listen Kerouac

tell me some nonsense in the silence of death valley...