It has been a bad year,
It has been a sad year,
A year so fast, I drank, yet, is thirst.
A year so fast,
Triggered- heart's pierced.
Mouth like fountain pen singing ballad
Of maroon stories: melodramatic encounters
Of apples and fairies, now empty orchard,
Spectre of me and spectre of tree
Moon and Fall are against us all,
To show the deep, to touch the deep
Are at their full glamour.
My eyes are not red,
I wear no cape,
Neither do I have fangs,
But a corpse so thin in a too big coffin
Like Adam alone on plain
Searching for that wise serpent
Who will infer my fair Eve
And I... propagate my greed.