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 ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Under robes the priests are naked as we all are at birth and death
Poets are heaped on the bodies of Auschwitz
a way to achieve immortality !
an improvisation on the exhaustion of souls through the murder of the Italian writer ,filmmaker;and poet Pier Paolo Pasolini .
Ostia Beach stands as a symbol of the site where 'civilized' society slays its conscience.
Lets drink this infernal wine that doesn't yet have that divine plastic taste !
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