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The balloons of spring

Radios gambling the roulette

Grooving pixelated platforms

Memories pocking the prince

Puffing the balloons of spring

Svengali crowned as the gore

Spirits spotting neon miracles

And golden goats brushed as

Centaurs Cerberus and Moira

Peeling my muses magic mojo

And I’ve got not much to loose

Among my imagined soulmate

The magic hat

The magic hat left us alone

Scolding at morose oblivion

Tv on the sunset but muses

Smiled at medusas gimmick

Holding punk masterpieces

Getting dope on methadone

In the renaissance gondolas

Art Deco dream landscapes

Nagging the paradise saints

It’s not the gambling the loss

And the benedictine shaman

But the brave baobab prince

Not the corrupted goons but

The poet up in the magic hat

I’m always prepared to trash time

I’m always prepared to trash

Time in aristocratic manners

Scribbling makes you indeed

Skip the rhyme and compete

With nomad nereids freezing

Some old school academical

Rules I’m rocking a disco ball

Not fucking check in the mall

I’m gibberish soon sentenced

To revolution in a penguin cell

More than enough time to get

Trashed as plastic prostitutes

And overeducated geishas so

Calculated and having an odd

Urge to solve mysterious child

Murders and I crash the partly

With a bottle of black rum sad

In my hands I feel like the petal

Of a rose spooning in paradise

Hold up the rattle

Hold up the rattle of roses bones

Please come back so we can cry

In tandem mags reflection is sure

To shine on us I’m broke misused

And alone lets move in a mansion

Crafted in porcelain stars fashion

God has just magic emotions but

Sadness robbed us invading pure

Springtime melodious confession

I stole happiness so you may use

It as a sham to trick sadness safe

In the stage of being the mushing

Eternal tenant that can’t eave the

Rotting corpses dead in the name

Of unrequited romance and in the

Name of macabre poet behemoth

I’m so tired of god telling me what

To do I just want to tan in the mag

Reflection musing about rock& roll

Galleries march museums and you

Eros and Psyche nightmare

Peru Resh called on me to end

Baptizing nereids and unicorns

Eros mansion is made out from

Mystic porcelain and methanol

Tell me again about oblivion as

My addiction has me ashamed

Puking amorous butterflies sob

In my broken heart denying my

Romantic guests as Baudelaire

And Chopin and Mister Lautrec

Spinning scrambled games I’ve

Seen the end and I creep Inside

Psyche nightmare andI begged

Eros to gift a speedball orgasm

Loss

Loss you’re so beautiful to me

Under the moonlight bless the

Universe tonight and turn fast

The magical nightmares heart

I’m a renegade smoking songs

Pocking underground unicorns

And pogo soulmate is cooling

Sometimes on the metronome

Brooms rocking on and on until

Im bored and tired of staring at

Baudelaire redingote obscured

Photoshopped dandies making

Hundreds of pixelated pictures

Black soul selfies and macabre

Manners on christian platforms

Bums and disco balls and stars

All I want is to be with you swim

And paint the sunburned spring

In a dream I perish in your arms

Don’t forget about the snowball

Snorting moribund moonbeams

Guarding our tomb on the moon

I remember when I was happy and sad

I remember the time when God

Used to laugh or sob almost on

The same pop art moment with

The malnourished muppets but

The promise of magicians must

Not be ridiculed as muses mojo

The menaces of sadness might

Be pierced in grotesque memos

On Kubrick mathematical script

Cool as preposterous emoticons

Incapable to phantom the moors

I’m just doomed to godspeed on

The back of the morganatic dolls

Immaculate in Pollux nightmares

The cosmic doll and God

The serenade bemused god in the

Mermaids pool but he pleased the

Mercenaries for the magic deja vu

Chilling on the moon a cosmic doll

Tried to gang god and was treated

Like a boneless prostitute mocking

A renaissance misanthrope stoned

In a melodramatic gothic redingote

Creeping all the moondog groupies

Maybe she is just trying to shine on

All the metaphorical cinema poems