Insomnia street

Let  me tell you the tragic story of a jester 

who thought he was a  troubadour ! 

just as other were mercenaries  ,

stillbirths  or peniless ...

 But who cares ?  All it takes is a parody 

to make misfits happy on the way to  the crematory....

  Orphan to whom the crowd throws alms 

from an iron womb ...

  You live in a slighty crazy  planet 

where the waves of the imagination 

  build sandcastles ...

Your nights riddled with faults  don't sleep ,

depicting the sin of the apocalyptic female...

 You are that poet with a pest stricken face

who thinks he is a cloud tamer or a storm maker ...

 A voyager who  writes uncrypted desires 

to the walls of the fool moon ... 

  Don't forget your appointment with the devil ,

you must pay the debt of maternal blood !

 My  malevolent twin in poetry,                   

kiss the ematiated hand of the skeletton 

upholding the prophecy !

 You asked the tarot's arcana ,for the path 

and it told you the time ...

  cursed brother now waiting for love on death row.

express your remorses  at the scaffold .

  Ho wretch ! why did you kill the poor dreamer ?

I am searching down ,insomnia street ,

for that shadow  you stole to me ...