October night,I walk in the empty street

October night,steps of fool walk towards me

 

I think people are really strange

The voices call me and they cry

Their echoes crack the greatest wall

And step by step the magenta

 

The white asylum closes around me

The gigantic hands steal my soul

To provide me from flying away

And step by step the magenta

 

The colors are too profound and

The abyss opens and I plunge

Newspapers say : “a” psychiatric crash

And step by step the magenta

 

October night some leaves spin round and fall

October night,they have changed history

 

Behind my black glasses I see

Magenta which wraps the world

Escaping the chaos and death

And step by step,and more again

 

A book lies around without the words

A man thinks strongly without shadow

Heavy steps walk without marks too

And step by step the magenta

 

The clock of time crashes tic toc….tic toc

Bang crack and boom the world collapses…tic toc

Splash and boom ”dong” and it’s the end…tic toc

 

Da,da do,do do…etc..

Da,da,do,do,do…etc…

 

October night,I had thought of something else

October night,of something much better

 

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Hundred thirty-eight (138),west seventy-four (74) st NY........it’s there that I was born….three years ago

 

Over the autumn trees

And the violet….ochre-red leaves

Between the yellow school busses

I stroll,the street is long,beautiful and rich

 

But I was alone in my mind

Rosemary doesn’t live in the Dakota building any more

And Riverside Park is empty

The yells of River Run Playground are dead

Black Stone cigar…fifty-three (53) cents screams a fat ass

From now on it will be bagels at the Alice’s tea cup

A Strawberry Shortcake at the Lalo café that you will stuff yourself  with

 

Three hundred seventy-eight (378) West End avenue,Elvis is waiting for you,in conversation with Jimbo

The doors are closed but you are welcome

Jump and you land like a raven

Edgar (Allan) Poe street,a red house

A door lower down,a beautiful tree,three hundred nineteen (319).

                                            Break musical

 

A runny slut,the tighs outspread,is already smiling out of pleasure

Virginia Clemm,she hasn’t aged and she feels like moaning

Sitting on the frontage scale,corner eighty-sixth (86th) (and of) colombus

You see the cheerful zombies passing by,clear off and run,man,very far away

Rush into the eighty-fifth (85th),a beautiful dog of stone smiles

Of seeing these human cretins,you pass under the arcade,go up to the fourth (4th) (floor)

Think of all this,of something else (ici s’arrête la musique brutalement et tu parles) and kill yourself.

 

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                                                 Reflex(

 

                          ( San Damon - San Damon )

 

Refrain

 

Chuuut,reflex,the noise is no longer a sound

Chuuut,reflex,the sound of the lower part of town

Chuuut,reflex,the one where everything resounds around

 

Couplet

 

Hello,it’s me,me who come back without warning

Warning from where the surprise effect escapes

Surprise for whom receives the red bullet

Red like the beautiful life full of blood

Blood flowing from the pen that writes this future

Future far and endlessly….somewhere else

 

Refrain

 

Chuuut,reflex photo and graphic me

Chuuut,reflex a gesture is put down there

Chuuut,then goes away and with a reflex

 

Couplet

 

Some instants reversing

Back shifted from a white square

White the line under the conditioned mirror

Conditioned with reflexes of a society

Society of subterfuges with the endless mirror

End of a perspective in the diagonal of a fool

 

Refrain

 

Chuuut,reflex unphotographic me

Chuuut,reflex a gesture stacked there

Chuuut,then bifurcates and with a reflex

 

Couplet

 

Good bye,it’s me,me leaving without warning

Warning to once again surprise you better

Surprise the ball on the bounce that splashes the puddle

The red puddle filled with dried blood

Dried in the pen that can no more write the words

The words of the coming time…..dead without existing

 

Refrain

 

Chuuut,reflex,the one that still remains

Chuuut,reflex,the one that plays a fate

Chuuut,reflex,the one that mocks at death

 

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                                 Luxury Overdose

                            ( San Damon - San Damon )

 

The hell,my little paradise where to find the splendor

The aristocratic gesture of an appearance merchandise

The criminal intention is only abstruse

Unreadable sin,tip of the spirit.. nonexistant

 

Umpteenth tragi-caustic mask

Of the bourgeois hysteria stemming from the frigid tart

Believing roguish but lying down ridiculously

Unknowing  how to use the rigidity

 

And whining sleepy of being

Still only a succumbed tuft hardly humid

Without a right,the so expected one of the weak being

Interpret of the victim game as standard

 

Where spreading to profit of her opposite’s desire

To constantly claiming an usurped debt

For having from a lost sperm produced the humanity

The one that kills,destroys and ignores that the hell is here.

 

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