Numero De Serie Nero 3.1.0.25

There are rules and Discopub

Start rustling,
to see the world, we
Fuck tiny trifles, and perhaps not even exist

and eventually head-shock-light-blue eyes goodbye
Fuck if the sun is red or green
and if anything falls into nothing, nothing
waterfalls, streams
nothing
primary colors and a lounge bar, if Mars is
Fuck a disco,
or if the sea is an atom wet
there are no rules for roofs and thoughts,
doors to slam out of the house, there are no rules
,
Fuck.

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Fallen Angels

The angels fell from heaven

I saw it on a state highway 66,
churches had ketchup

off with a pick up a carton of Bud

On a mountain to climb, I saw an angel

barricaded in backgammon
I offered him of 'grass
and he wrote me a poem

Eventually I scontrai with the wings of a
- hey fuck -
and he blurted out, eyes unmade belched
then added
- Already we are here because of you ,
at least let us keep the memory of fly-
and scratching his ass
disappeared into the street.

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A Musical Farewell


I need my pain I need to slap my fist at God and I need him
hell and the flames
the world capitulated as the rock crumbles under
invaders of Titans Cronus
stirred up from the throne
young son of a traitor and tyrant

I need silence when all music was born
I need
hell and the flames and the pain when all the happiness conceived of the earth from her womb

fertilized by the tears of sad Odin
I need the crows and the war and revolution, the guillotine

long for the crown of the Emperor
with it since I put the chains on my wrists
of history and the keys of St. Peter
me as they melt immanent

Ephesus I need to mold my wings
my pen

I need my sword Dante and Beethoven
kneel down to ask them to stand
I want my two best
three ships, I will first
and my car next to the edge of a broken life

I need to know that I will have over the next mile bay

to dictate this symphony
my god bearded, fatherly
when I will give him a look of eyes and all this
playing a musical
say goodbye