Lorenz

Ostia beach

The beast\'s innards stirs like a ravenous ogress.

It still smells of fats and fate ...

  Rush hours for cacaphonous  dinosaurs...

A midnight demon hides its murderous reflection

in lunar mirror .

 Compulsive loony you immolated the impure poet 

on Ostia beach .

condemning him to eternal  return .

 the sex pistols hangs over the capitol .

 Its time to choose your ready to die .

 another morning where the audience  wearing 

their psychotic\'s masks ,will applaud  

the early riser to perform under the subway...

 The beaten dog waits its unfaithful master .

  Too late for a metaphysics of fluids ...

I \'m going to martyr\'s square have a coffin .

 Weary ambiguities emerge from the night 

of a city that doesn\'t dream ...

  sodom\'s smooth voices whispers 

grotesque insanities to me ,

 cloaked in airy cardinal\'s robes...

 May the wine of your hellishness be done 

  devouts of the great Babylon !

  The beastial black hole is relieved of its torments.

 To each of those looks that say 

only what they don\'t want to  hear .

  I  scream : \'\' Father bless them for having lost their face ! \'\'

   This serves as testimony before a  lethal embrace 

  with my therapist .  

   On Ostia beach I stagger under the  anti-social taboo 

of my inspired  cadaver ...