Cul de sac

I'm gonna go for an adventure

in a cul de sac

and when I'm back 

I'm gonna build myself a house

at the end of a dead end

on a ridge at the end of the land

I want the splendid isolation of God

I want to know how alone God is.

Phoebe: bloody emancipation

What a miserable century
factory chimney pumps murk in the air
the devil breaths at the top of his lungs
misery's sons and daughters
cover my realm with their rickety shadows

Young maidens work their ass off on the hand-loom
these honest weavers, just turned thirteen
On the spinning wheel one’s gonna prick
Her skinny finger to punish a itch

Black Reaper sweating intensifies
it drips down the unholy sky
acid rain on the luddite revolt
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a baroque dark retreat
the scene is slow and sad
grotesque works are on sale for the libertines

There runs an affair of incest and abuse
the clergyman is letting himself loose
fearmongering his new amuse
The tea has been sacked from a very exotic place
sweet and sour is the agony of the slave
Traded in classy little boxes for the upper-middle class

Malice the incurable just got the verdict
her pale blue body waves in front of me
I turn my face away I don’t wanna see
A former beauty turned a depraved addict

While sophisticated ladies discuss the latest fashion from Paris
the chimney-sweep boy earns his cancer for a caprice
the honest weaver trades her virginity for a bread piece
and gluttony drags our prisoners
to the great crematorium

The city’s on a blaze, a secret cleansing plan
while a knife flashes in the dark
maybe some can escape the flame but won’t escape the blade
Phoebe won’t dance tonight
I heard she’s on a killing spree
a bloody emancipation
The puritans will blame the king

Where were you after the great fire?
I was between the abyss and the lotus flowers
Gypsy fire-eaters were called to tame the blaze

Phoebe everything you touched
Twitched and rot away
In my exile I’ve nourished an inner eye
disclosing me your sin-scattering talent

Phoebe all I remember of you is outrageous
Your remains now forsaken as plague-stricken
Everywhere you spread pride & decadence
My dearest friend I’ve lost you twice
the first time when you trashed your innocence

Twin soul prepare me a strong dose
My twin soul prepare me the strongest of your doses

recover my realm
recover my realm

Burro d'harakiri

Ho preso del burro

d'harakiri

era in frigo

insieme al vestito

che ora indosserò

per il mio rituale

consumo una cena

frugale

a base di burro

d'harakiri

Lo spalmo ben bene

su acciaio forgiato in un sole

Anemico, inox

questo ultimo piatto

non ho voglia di lavarlo

tanto insieme a tutto il resto

verrà sciacquato

da una pioggia pesante 

che gonfia un mare sterile

 

come dite?

vi piace viaggiare

il cibo la televisione

eppure non conoscete

quel che c'è di più banale

IL DOLORE!

 

quanto a me

ecco che ora 

mi faccio pesce

e inizio a nuotare 

controcorrente

il fiume del Male

The Malevolent Demiurge

Every man have to pay for his sins
not with death
but with sleep
I for good have decided
I won't fall asleep anymore
because in sleep that is where monsters
breed
 

I will just rest on your ancient body
my heretic muse
spreading thaumaturgical words
from my fingers
to heal your
infinite annihilation

I will become integral part of
the mystique
post-human catastrophe
until you reborn from the ashes
of a dogmatic past
and head to the destruction of
heathen temples
my virgin
golden age
 

the lay painter draws
deconsecrated metropolis
in the hyper-space of technique
in the eternal trail of genetic
somebody will be punished
reasonably me
 

the world is so static that it could have a
spontaneous combustion
knowing to be in fireproof hands
protected
by the existence of a
repudiating god
 

before and after the creation of things
we are orphans
before and after the creation of things
we are neglected
 

Deceived by Natural Right
Embracing a Material Religion
the wise man Kneels to a Malevolent Demiurge
 

Obscurity envelops what obscure is
obscurity envelops the obscure-minded

Zombie liberal

State attenti ad avere una mente 

troppo aperta

che vi casca per terra il cervello.

Anche oggi irrigano l'asfalto

con un lozione

di materia grigia liberal.

 

sarei divertito

se non fossi spaventato.

Ho udito il sermone

del pterodattilo

e dal suo stesso becco 

sono stato nutrito.

Succhiamo tutti avidamente

dalle grande vecchia mammella rifatta

buon latte e sangue infetto

U.S.A. e consuma.

Sophie clockwork mannequin

The instructions for the sane use of life
were carved on a mechanical puppet core
by gentle hands of girlish abnegation
the instructions for the safe use of life were given
and I was mildly listening

standing by the chrysalis
waiting for she to hatch
and bend her face to the light
so that I can see
the features of my abductress
having a vaporwave dream

I wonder, can things self-repair?
when precision gears get stuck
and nobody is there to fix 'em
am I supposed to rust and decay along with?
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your clumsy dancer

during my whole youth of captivity
I kept on spinning forward
with my musical box’s ballerina

and in my sweet exile from humanity
I've built a steam-powered orchestra
programmed to play otherworldly lullaby

Here's the spider caught in its own web
insomnia nurtures confusion which starves
patience which depraves temperance

clockwork mannequin
would you be the silent heroin
of my steampunk manifest?
clockwork feminine
in our solitary empire
take my hand and dance once again with me

When the machine is self-aware
every machinery takes fire
hideous copper gargoyle, I’m starving to salvage
the carcass of you
repeat my name don’t you remember me
I am your emaciated dancer

the instructions for the final use of life
are impaled on my consumed figure
by hard claws of viciousness
for I awaked her nemesis 
and built my torture chamber
a sinister musical box 
spinning with quiver

Atlantico irlandese

Una spiaggia di sabbia larga e sgombra

si incurva sul limitar d'Europa

e mi schiude il senso della Fortuna

scalzo io andavo porgendo orecchio a' flutti

e spiritelli e fate e piccoli abitanti tutti

e infin rincasando, animo pago, ricordo una regina

guerriera e immensa