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 nuda

 

 

Nero di seppia

Ho scrutato dentro un nero di seppia

come di buia spelonca, umida e calda

e sulla soglia, alghe e capelli corvini

in nidi aggrovigliati e assassini

e tutto intorno, segni di abitazione

ma non umana, eppure marina

segni scuri e materni

bagnati di strano umore

li sento intonare come una canzone

antica e sicuramente ostile

a chi al suo fato non vuole ubbidire

ché di una sirena la magione

era quella senza errore

ecco dove ho trovato la mia ispirazione

ecco il tempio del terrore

dove curerò la mia maledizione.

 

Mourning Tempo

Don't come any closer than this

I'll rip your wings and weigh you down 

With a mortal heart

The journey was given to you

Mine is the mourning

In the morning tempo

Rascal blues

Born in the roaring twenties
Grown up a beatnick
keeping me self warm
with hard-boiled novels
while fed by the magpies in a hovel

A femme fatale she was
who sharpened her stiletto heel
on scavenged jawbones and ribcages
then I met you in the city of angels

Yes, in the city of angels I met you
inside a bar with a jukebox
that was playing a perish song
you stared at me among the scaundrel-looking folk
so you came and put a wing on me
then bought me a chalk-stripe suit
you told me you came along with the breeze
you told me you came to absolve me

am I a just another hepcat
another hopeless ghetto rebel
with a pulp of criminal morality
getting by felony after felony

anyway, I couldn't think of anything
as perdition-worthy
as your aura smokin’ a cig, your neon halo flickerin'
oh man, everything she gazes at takes noir shades

I walk down the streets of your monochrome ego
frenzy-looking for atonement, an excuse to cry bingo!
a renegade star was my gift for Confirmation
it didn’t grant me nothing but damnation

Make of me your sentimentally-hired killer
let me surf on your dark blood lagoon
the pages of my banned books are burning
in the Cadillac of all mental squandering

In the city of angels I met you
we were baptised in ink, as you wished
And I thought I could ascend with right words
by your divine grace, your dos and donts
but I never managed to
so send me to Jesus now, say the right words
put a second wing on me, no big deal
and call yourself done

If you're reading this letter from the jail
tomorrow I’ll be sitting on the electric chair
I gave myself up, I made no resistance
to save your neck with some elegance
it’s my last romantic act
my well-deserved beatitude 

 

Vixen

I'm setting a good example
of sympathy

to every witch burnt at the stake
in history

When I'm blue perhaps it's because

a sea horse just crumbled away
crackling

and if the swan's mood overtakes me

there'll be berserk, gore and violence

so beware inquisitors

I'm about to set an example 

of real cruelty

 

anger,

blessed you are among women

freckled heretic muse fallen into disgrace

you know well fire just blackens, no makes no one pure

come lick my wounds, heal my curse

mesmerize my indigo soul

I shall not survive my birthday

 

yes, there's a dormant phoenix in me

who's sick of the cycle of death and rebirth

I'd rather be in the womb of every greyness

where a nuclear winter radiates forever

'cause if everybody carries a cross

I carry the heaviest of the feathers

 

melancholy,

blessed you are among women

vixen Magdalene cast into oblivion

you know well fire just blackens, no makes no one pure

come lick my wounds, heal my curse

mesmerize my indigo soul

I shall not survive my birthday

 

hunt me, hunt me

unleash your stupid fears on me

burn me, burn me

I’m glad to be your so-called witch

A futility

I've downloaded a Spirit last night
and catched a virus I didn't mean
now the note is duly taken
"Never feed the Abyss
Unless you want to get eaten"

I used to play with a sorceress
Playing games of hide and seek
I thought she was hiding there
But she was hiding in me

I used to dine with this crypto voodoo woman
In a nest of violent bribery
Oh it was too damn late
When I realized she was gnawing on me

Religious feelings
Unborn baby names
Blasts of jealousy
And Savage hystery

Holy communion
Vanity sighs
Nocturnal pursuits
and Soul crashes

I used to meddle with a rad medium
who dug me out of my misery
only to struck me down in broad daylight
showing very strange sympathy

One day I'm gonna find you
in all fairness I'll find you
rest assured I'm gonna nest you out
even if I shall devote
my entire life to witch hunting
yeah some day I'll find you
and when I'll finally find you
I'll eat you
yes I will eat you

I've downloaded a muse last night
ah, digital joys
futile sleep deprivation
gonna make myself a sandwich
and put a swellow in it

my dear one can you forgive me?
my dearest can you forgive me?