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80s VIOLENCE
over the street the crowd screamed out
want to be like no other
I see you in there thru a grill and trapped doves
you will meet 80s violence
you gave to me
just a box made of sweet-smelling flesh
to be filled by my dreams
but my dreams are old-fashioned
without advertising breakdown
like a bar full of smoke
where we could lose and find ourselves
my dreams are violent
like a never-ending landscape
blessed girl!, you can say goodbye
that should be due to your young age
if you keep clear of earthquake and seaquake
but the opposite should be true
that should be due to your metro-cradle
if you keep clear of silence
but the opposite should be true
that should be due to I don't know what
if I'm not so much talked about
but the opposite should be true
that should be due to the tired ground
where they grew me
at the point of exploding
she insisted on laughing
then she fell - yeah, she fell
under the menace of a cigarette
blessed girl!, you make fun of pain
ALICE NEVER
Could I get lost
if I dream like a ghost?
See you, weird tum
See you, my son.
Alice her name,
don't go into details:
Alice gets at
top shelves like a brat.
Alice sinks down in the ocean
and slams coffee grounds,
goes mouth to mouth.
Alice is trying my patience,
brings black coals to eat,
takes her mind off me.
Alice never drinks my good health.
See you, cheers, actors by birth.
Dance on people, dance on my nerves.
Green is chilling, orange still jerks.
Alice never gives her good passion to elevate me.
Alice's not wrong,
reads in my tongue,
doesn't like my face,
doesn't like my race.
Alice is well-run and friendly,
she sleeps to her best:
atom bomb test.
Orange and green, Alice never
got it one with her left.
Which thought comes in last?
Rainy railways at dawn,
all ghosts are alone.
Wool telephone.
Naked feet on the grass,
ice smooth like a glass.
Alice wants a mess and sinks down in the ocean,
she tears her bad faith away:
she likes it this way.
ANALGESIC
I lay down on my day
I wait for faithlessness
Memories are neuralgias
Let's beat the head to tears
Weed spite
Come back no more
This shame needs to be felt
Likeness needs to be shared
Well-read pain can't be real
Weed spite
Come back no more
Walk on this honey day
Backdating everything
I drain abscess from hearts
Weed spite
Come back no more
Walk on this honey day
Draining needs to be done
... AND THE SNOW STILL FALLS
Time is a screw,
a screw that turns into time.
Time is a drop.
Time is a drop that falls everyday
... and the snow still falls.
A screw is a beast that laughs everytime.
Time is a drop.
Time is a drop.
A drop is a star that wants to be known
... and the snow still falls,
somewhere still falls.
DON’T YOU WANT TO DEVOUR THIS WAR?
and now get out, isolate
get out information
fuck you, out!
forget your bad supersoul
move on absolution
fuck you, out!
and now a cuss, grainy cross-grain
your nail and its taste
the superman flies high
get down, lil' girl, to supervene,
you godsend, bright as grace
so crash-land me
a jar, a beam, a giddy-great-head
you ride out the faith
then fuck you, out!
rebate this used and stupid cloak
colleague, free the nation
the superman
strain your car and see
don't you want to devour this war
huh?
and now get out, concentrate
get out, destination
tease it out
and thrill and shout
and never stop
walk on to the most
perfect quake
strain your car and see
don't you want to devour this war
huh?
what is
about
superman?
DOWNSTAIRS FALLING
Tonight
I will kick into your dreaming
Marie
back down your eyes I’m planing
Otherwise I’m wrong
Drag me out of here!
Downstairs falling
Hurrying up for a hug for a hug running
Losing sight of this trembling raining
We shall link up by the stars
Playing bowling with balls of meaning
Dividing in nine equal parts
We shall glide over the nations
We shall piss in fits and starts
Suffering divine prefigurations
Dividing in ten equal parts
End of time is just not near
Dividing in five equal parts
End of time just makes me clear
Dividing in three equal parts
God is clay
It's the last day of sales
It's the last day of males
GOD IS NOT A GOOD SHOT
Once, when I thought to excess,
my skull broke and so I
caught myself wishing the rain.
Today it rains, so we meet.
Don't be afraid on Thursday,
when in my bed you'll fall asleep.
Friday you'll wake up
in a desert land
with your best dress on,
so what's the use of being the sexiest girl?
I forgot to have sex for 13.000 years,
an Elsewhere that ever walks behind me
is growing and God is not a good shot.
Fluorescent snow falls
in that desert land
where you're calling me,
but I can only make my empty bed.
Walk and meditate just for 13.000 years,
an Elsewhere that ever walks behind you
is growing and God is not.
One day I'll sleep to excess,
I will find my stunned self
flabby and merged into my bed.
Ceiling will hide a clear sky,
somewhere ground's remaining
dry and barren without rain.
LUCE
can you see the fun
of a green and endless sun?
I will leaf thru my moods again
that's a harsh and mean
way of getting in
I will leaf thru my moods again
I will leaf thru my moods again
a deadly-pale face peers
every morning thru my fears
heading off my bent
for the aqueous climbing plant
I will leaf thru my moods again
yeah, not really half bad
stray
concavo-convex
slippery is sex
I will leaf thru my moods again
fingers vanish much
sooner than they touch
I will leaf thru my cracks again
I will leaf thru my cracks again
staring at the goats
staring 'til they explode
that's a harsh and mean
way of getting in
I will leaf thru my moods again
yeah, not really half bad
stray
MODA BORDERLINE
Don't stun me babe
Don't you see the starry sky?
Don't shop with me
Don't you know I could misguide?
Don't rock me babe
Would you really meet the thirst?
Don't mock me babe
'Cause I could hide under your bed.
Don't fool me ba-ba-baby
Have you seen all your little scars?
I know you were born from a blow-job
You better ask your dad
Call me motherfucker and I'll cover you with lead
I'll dig you in a kitchen and destroy your teddy-bear
Your stupid screams are making me sick
Don't touch me babe
Don't you know I'm made of slime?
Don't hurt me babe
Don't you know I'm made of fire?
Just till you dig deep-deeper
Dig deeper than your deepest scar
I will never have enough cause your cunt shines
Shines into my eyes
it's the mighty sun that dims the other stars in sky
Your vacant personality's not convincing as much
You think that I'm your puppet and I like to let you think
Cause you're my toy
My favourite toy
I use you to feel better
Don't fool me ba-ba-baby
Have you seen all your little scars?
I know you were born from a blow-job
Just till you dig deep-deeper
Dig deeper than your deepest scar
I will never have enough cause your cunt shines
MONDAY MORNING CARNAGE
Annie, see and tell me why
I long for things I can’t catch anyhow.
Come to wake me up,
don’t let me drown in me.
In my latest craze,
no one comes anymore to deny.
Annie, lean your eardrop on my bedside,
tell me why I long no more for the stars and beyond.
Come to wake me up,
don’t let me play again with a gun.
Bring me back the one I miss,
harpies soil me.
In a blue dead calm
there would be no harm.
No one’s coming away,
no one’s coming again to part.
My dreams glow.
If I’m losing my way,
Annie, don’t leave me here to starve
for never-ending soiling.
In a blue dead calm there’s no more hard lines.
In a blue dead calm there’s no way-in to a full shell.
There’s no way-out.
Beyond moan,
beyond moan.
Every man to his station.
Beyond moan.
No one’s coming again,
no one’s coming away to part my dreams.
Then I always get my feet wet:
in rain or fine I always get my feet wet.
Come to wake me up,
don’t let me.
Annie, see and tell me why.
See and tell me why.
MORNING VICE
In my dreams
I’ve found a place where she has been
On this morn
I leave the town where she was born
Sleeping sleeping in the fire
Get a job and don’t get tired
Roaming sounds and no make-up
Mercy doesn’t even stop
Nowhen nowhen nowhen a cracked museum
Nowhen nowhen nowhen I’ve got my hairy tale
Nowhen nowhen nowhen dismayed creatures
Nowhen nowhen nowhen have a heavy metal day
Morning vice
Jesus Christ Superstar, hide your scars
Morning vice
Adolf Hitler c’mon, say what’s wrong
Morning vice
My pure and shiny love, scour this grove
And tend to my son
Don’t let him lick those black toads
Morning vice
Nowhen nowhen nowhen gloves are ready-made
Nowhen nowhen nowhen my hands are going to fade
Nowhen nowhen nowhen time just made the grade
Nowhen nowhen nowhen…
In my dreams
I’ve found a place where she has been
On this morn
I leave the town where she was born
Throw a flower against the moon
And if you dare please don’t look back too soon
What’s the colour of your feet?
Tell me the story of your white teeth
MY OWN PARANORMAL ACTIVITY
A wailer, down on coaling dawns,
a reasoning faith he sates.
Indigo skies dole the unknown that
out from my stain, secrets I’ve known
did crowd. Getting down.
Solid ground: safe.
Undergound.
Rain’s a self-cuff, tow it down.
Is it safe to pray?
Rainclouds and lefties
gain fast ground.
Their breed is selfsame,
let them get back.
A wailer, down on coaling dawns,
a reasoning faith he sates.
Rain is a boundary, it grows the unknown that
a naked taste taints and explores.
In the past, solid ground
waved under gusts from a godly mouth.
In the Seventh Century he saw that
I give today beauty I’ve known
out of space, undergound.
RED CARPET
Goddam evil trend
By a wire a drone I suspend
Man-on-man, end or mend
On this red carpet we strand
Scrub brush, dead hole
Noblewomen hustle their dole
Turn tail, get bare
Arm mines, handle with care
It tears up and levels tears up
Loud are the waves in this night, so rejoice
Crashing these rocks, they are spreading their voice
All the arrivistes and bootlickers shake their bad asses
They oscillate and hypnotize: take your own aim
Airlines and crankgears, invoiced and cranes
Ruby are feelings, so irradiate flames
Ride on Holy Joes, piggyback, whiplash, jog trot
Level these tears up
SOPHIA VERLOREN
Bridges toss in a dim dread night,
we’re in foal and car’s squeezing rain.
Don’t sleep this night, sate me.
Purest form is a dim dread light,
did you test some empty weight?
Don’t sleep this night, sate me.
You’re my rear red light, save me.
Road’s gone out of reason, it’s going too far.
Whipers are exhausted, they’re moaning like a mog.
You turn on the radio, they play a jitterbug.
It doesn’t stand to reason that we have come so far.
It doesn’t matter, things just don’t even out.
Road is a balisic vein, a riverbed of souls.
The edge is full of strange hounds, they stare at us and growl.
Hope none will cross, hope none will cross…
‘Cos the brake’s already dead and the road is going too far.
Road’s gone out of reason, it’s going too far.
The bleak fields are creased by the mowing,
They make my flesh crawl, and the road is going too far.
You just give a seeping groan,
You shut off the headlights, and the road is going too far.
HEY! You bad sleepsender
seascape
ten yards
four days
spent on a shore
listening to shells
caressing
jinking roll
tidal rise
The day the moon will fall into the sea,
hope you’ll wake up in your garage,
and get off your car.
STEAM
Speed
up your breath,
Crane your neck ‘head.
Deaf and dumb signs:
We need wrong science.
A seeming you screams in a little bad dream,
Where the sunny sides just go luck.
See it as steam in a little bad dream,
When your fingernails just go rough.
Leaning cramboes are running on,
Never give up all your windows so the wind won’t stop.
Leaning cramboes are running on,
Never give up all your sinews so the sin won’t stop.
Simmer’s running on
And you don’t romp thru.
You don’t romp.
Got bored: hate me.
Dive in and see.
Ghosts caught ‘tween drapes.
That’s dire and strait.
A seeming you screams in a little bad dream,
Where the nazi-punks just go fuck.
See it as steam in a little bad dream,
When the amplifiers just go rock.
See it as steam in a little bad dream, it’s life afloat.
Military superstition. Crowd’s so strange.
Puzzlement and sphacelation. Nightdressfall.
Lemures are feeling creatures. Infiltrate
And exceed you power.
The world is tired and needs friends.
This kind of clerk flourishes in faceless centuries.
Plumbeous prate. A daughter pregnant with her mother.
Coastwise freight. Did you meet a drunken toddler?
Six years late. Cycle ride in reverse motion.
Quayside crane and a crib in a desert.
So let it out from under your bed.
All mistakes play dead.
THE USELESS AND CONCEITED STORY OF NARJESSUS
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen
I'm sorry, I'm late...
My name is Narjesus, a strange kind of vampire:
I only drink my own blood from a hollow canine.
I have a firearm made of glass.
More exactly, a single-barrelled handgun,
third-hand purchased, a needle on her trigger.
I only drink my own blood from a hollow canine,
I am Narjesus... strange kind of vampire.
I fire 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times at 6 pictures!
My favourite targets are some Virgin Mary pictures
where I paste photograph cuttings of the ones who never loved me.
I fire 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 times at these pictures!
I set 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 pictures on the mirror,
I fire and my blood is flowing wrong
is flowing
wrong."
"Between a thousand reflections unseen of my face
(pure mirror ruins and colours torn to shreds)
3 of Our Ladies of Sorrows left whole are watching me,
as I'm wondering if they can be mirrored in my eyes.
My First Lady's fat, she’s got a huge breast,
Her eyes are caught in a humdrum monologue;
She wears showy, messy, hoity-toity crumpled clothes,
in front of some wounded walls, inside an olive grove.
My Second Lady's thin, She’s got a young and pink breast.
She seems so peaceful and She's looking away from my grey eyes,
Her skin shines through light sweat and salt curdled by sea’s breeze.
My Third Lady doesn’t stop looking at me.
My Third Lady doesn’t stop looking at me.
My Third Lady doesn’t stop looking at me.
My Third Lady doesn’t stop looking at me.
and I fire 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 bullets in the brain of my baby.
C'mon!
I fire 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 bullets in the brain of my baby.
C'mon!"
"Goodnight ladies and gentlemen,
show your hands if you still feel pure."
Choir: "Show your hands,
show your hands."