Μήπως τελικά είναι απλώς μαύρη κωμωδία;

Improbable fiction

This is crap, John.
This stinks.

This is a stupid joke,
a script that noone would give a shit about - let alone publish,
this is cheap fiction at its sappy worse.

This is us, John.
This sucks.

This is the bottom,
the bloody pink bubblegum stuck on a whore's heel bottom,
the piss of a drunk loser in the oh-what-have-I-done morning after bottom,
this is when humanity goes bad.

This is who moves and shakes,
who music-makes and dreams,
who dazzles and teaches others how to fly,
this is us,
us,
the oh-so-special
specialspecialspecial ones;

we hit the bottom, John –
who will be at peace when the light goes out?

~

[4-2-2007, Toulon, France.]