True poetry is a blade spitting
ventricles and entrails .
Somber melancholy that the abyss
of night nurtures .
Lethal carnival,famine and amphetamines,
let your fever run wild and ending
in sanctified delirium ...
Tone of imprecations shedding
every scale of measure ,
all reason, abandoning ,
awakening the sleepless spectres ...
Usefools defile the throne ,
reducing the halls of power to ashes !
pendulous bodies dance
in the trade winds in trance...
Circus games and orgies bore me .
The stable seems so empty since you left...
Ho great Nero play the lyre for me !
Poetry ,you don\'t need words ,
you feed on the fruit of chaos ,
blood -soaked crop fields
and song of the black cohorts !
those who sow dreams ,reap storm ,
every one who believes king\'s promises
sign a covenant of renunciation with the serpent !
The radiant seraph wears the dark mask
of one like you ...
Messages of peace and fraternity
that lighten up the walls of public restroom
where pure consciences find relief ...
Let\'s throw the crumbs from our stale bread
to the brave rats waiting for the next messiah !
Raven\'s cry ,allelujah !
Sage Pilatus share with your humble servant
the murky water of your hand !
I would watch the procession of stoners go by,
and to find holy inspiration !
Wicked thief , let me follow down your trail of embers
where virtue rots and altar fails ...
I will feast and plunder ,overturn the sacred table !
The sulphuric judgement will bring me release...
I carry within me this bubonic social poetry !
Eternal curse ...