lady in black

poor desire drowned in the temperamental date machine...
orphan streets vaingloriously wandering about nothing...
this black dressed lady ignores me, I feel like a dried fish...
brussels breathes out humid and fungicide.. . homicide...
desolated bottles, crying in the gluey gutter's lips...
even the rain is bored in the grim  morning  face...
Brussels burps lower middle class...
coming back home, I play on the slide...
this black dressed lady ignores me,
I have no future and frozen pasta....
I feel lost in the melting coffee pot... pitiful...
lady in black, travelling first rate illusions,
dreaming champagne bath,
floating glimpse of foam,
and form of dawn...
Brussels makes dirty love,
I am alone and down...