Fragment of flames

In the dull damn secret I lay down in psychic numb Waiting for to go further At the cross way of instigated wrecks And a cup of honeymoon suckers. Why? Why? Why? I don’t know…. Reversal emotionally perversed. The subsequent condition Of a situation’s trick Is to open the door And plant in the yard The grain of violence To let grow outside Trees of x-porn mentality. Let my libido be the super-nova I deserve for years of abstinence. A couple of creek-berries Sings their song to A punky crows’ army That applauses every “fuck off” of the lyrics. Let me prefer a glass Of papaya’s juice vanilla’s powder accompanying the milky cream of a final sweetness. Here we are, stop by this river, watching the boats go by to flow to the sea hundred of Funeral wreathes In memory Of Benjamin Britten. Ten minutes one note Skidding in virtual To an ultimate Ending bell. Hey, bull shit Marcel ! You the fucker ! Do you know the quite difference between a nail and a lie ? No difference ! Both used to Hammer in Young virgins To the tree Of sex ritual defeat. In my ocean of no words I lay to the surface My voice resounds inside Of the Gregorian female singing, One “Canticles of Ecstasy” When Hildegard von Bingen from the bottom Of the XII° century Traced the way Of an glory highway For human ears. Step out Fucking Fernand ! No place here for Slinky sacrifices, Rotted devotions And cheap apologizes. Rest in peace At your stair, And don’t come asking For God to fix Your faucets which run away and your heating system which spits flames. God got better to do By sheltering Billion of innocent, Children of any ages, Of any colors, Of any sex, From sick vomiting men That do mistake The meaning Of heritage. Ask bonobo’s opinion About sex, drug, And rock’roll ! Finally in departure For a far landing I lay down My sofa, Too scared to walk The here urban jungle. Let me go in the primal Forest and fuck with my wife According to natural Agreement And hanging at The giant trees We will watch your world Rising down the ages….