Un limbe sale

...Then I fell into the tunnel. 
I was bathed by a blue light that didn't come from Heaven above.
Kiss' "King of the nightime world" did ricochet against the rugose and equivocal walls that didn't stop shining : 
a warm-yellow light was seen at the end of the corridor... ténèbres.





Without dismay I reach the yellow light, and there's a large hall: I doff off my misgivings:
like a Marvel's character in black mascara I go in.


What I saw there was a blend of Poe's calenture, Renaissance's orgy and Caligula's nightmare.

Some furious Hercules fornicated a maiden on a table
dog-faced angels danced to Plasmatics songs
a robust matron sodomized a lad with a dildo while, on another table, a red bull shattered Anna Kournikova anally.


Then the lun-i-solar queen appeared dancing on a counter.
From her cunt sprouted 90 smutty Alsatian nurses.


When the ceiling-vagina was ovulating, the sound of Gerry Rafferty became deafening:
on a corner, two German schoolgirls got in spontaneous combustion doing a 69: 
the high flames from their anal rings lit all the Roman candles.





I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes.



Everybody disappeared, except a volant saucer brought by the archengel of the east.
Those were the Jacob's lentils: 
and a stairway to Heaven.


Because I'm the cursed and branded one.
And I haven't a flag or a home.

 
The sky was green, fortunately.


The 12 tribes of Israel landed their UFO on Iberia. Then, the Celts devoured 'em ¿Did I wake up?


I'm schizophrenic and the summer mörning arrives, a sunray finds me on the bed, naked like the nitro-air of the air of the air of our Atlantic death-ocean.


I need some coffee or some something
what time is it?