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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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 !
Lorenz, this feels like a full collision…that beast, the city, Babylon, all of it folding into one living thing that’s hungry and out of control. The return to Ostia beach keeps it grounded…like everything keeps circling back to the same wound. It’s chaotic, but it knows exactly what it’s doing. Powerful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Language of excess where carnal and sacred merge in the dreamlike substance of the beast of Ostia.
Yes. Indeed.
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