"Delusion Angel"


Entrance to the North Transept, Cathedral of Burgos', David Roberts 1835


 A decorated traditionalist houses' marquess 

does not a doting devotee make 

I met you at the Rhone and Arve confluence 

where the young virtuoso turned promiscuous


To rebel like Bertolucci's Dreamers, 

to write you "Delusion Angel" in a Viennese cafe 

These are my greatest fevers 

Since 2008 


Whose marionette do you crave to be later? 

on most days your vision reddens, you grow pale

every sentence is a conjecture, a non sequitur

How are you real? 

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