Gods of Love

Gods of old and new revere, for enticing epochs lonG,

Obscure mistress of pleasures, Akasha, enthralls them all, as ethic is slain by nymphomaniac voodoO.

Dawn of decadence resurrects in the ethereal touches of two or more depraveD…

Sensuality, in the guilty shivering rays of the moon, performs sacrifices in a velvety kisS.

Oath of obliterated ration melts in taints and shadows of the decayed egO.

Fleshy experiments, burlesque dances, barren souls and naked bodies are embellished in atheistic belieF:

Love is divine in essence, but matrimony is the innocent sinner’s entombing veiL;

Olives are wise, tulips are tantalizing but the rose’s obscure deeds are the diaphanous taboO;

Vampire love bites are the crimson muses that feed the rusty quill at their breastS.

Eros, biding my will, your hearts in lust and passion will carvE.

Sapore di oggi

Assaggio l’aroma esoterica di un cappuccio caldo perfetto

Che sta penetrando il timido freddo in un modo neorealistico.

Per fare la penitenza una musa cerca un assedio blasfemo al mio corpo.

Gelosia felice giunge l’amore con gli angeli beati.

Il latte del universo sta ancora per contaminare

La divinità del passato con il profano presente.

Un agnello in agonia sta per celebrare

Il decesso della effervescente decadenza…

Un giorno, forse, vi racconterò gli miei impeccabili peccati…

Ma per oggi… vi rimane nella mente la sentenza del’ inverno.

Chaotic dawn

Night perishes in dim light

To slumber in tenebrous delight.

And the city now fusions

With a canvas of illusions.

The sky is stiff in grey…

To the perky clouds he falls prey.

The sun sets high in orange and gold,

You can see the teeth in his grin…it is that cold!

The silky zephyr was deported.

Winter with her winds September have distorted.

Gargantuan cranes of iron air have touched,

While sky-scrapers mirrors’ blinding glows have hatched.

Noise’s invasion hauls humans livid

In coffins of metal and plastic.

Blocked intersections see arrows but no Cupid…

Walking on foot in husky smokes of pollution…is fantastic!

Disguising guilty gratification in sweet nectar is the cup of coffee

To entrap Sandman’s last pastel in an insomniac dreamer’s fee.

The green parcloses the strange hive

And warmth and light today don’t jive.

The muse is vivacious and has a tainted will!

Always awakes at dawn in rapturous moves the chaotic quill!

Sussex Dawn

A tidy avick in picturesque canvas is upon we:

The red-ruby skies are abuseful and force the moon to go a-bed;

The ethereal twilight can’t abide the heat and rays

And tries to put them down with doted drääts;

Time goes abroad as the footy colors have ached

As with stars last glitter they fresh the skies.

Foreigners frit on the amakin light,

Boss the barca and chant a frore ballet…

Leastwhile that is how the casted chat whispers.

Anigh the waygoers have been at the vady quill,

While, unbeknownst to one and all, one’s self pents the alehouse

Picksome for a huff-cap, hot-pot and tramp.

The nymphs are welly twited and spilt

In unforbiden shackles of words until the token tores them up…

Mosey chaos mun awake in the mizmaze,

Mending aghast souls from night’s mawkin.

I bliv the blazed comets shall rise and nurt

In a wondrus burlesque on blining mortacious thoughts…

The grotesque sunrise is anewst!

Short slang trilogy

Episode I

Aif afters airlocks

Airish aitch allows allus

Almighty altered Amazon

Adamatical abba-dabba angel arises awake

Ankle’s apples are around asap

At ashtray anoint all!

Artish artillery and artsy axe

Acquire an afloat aedile

Aced Acapulco academy

Apcray af anyroad

Amscray anchored apron

Aerated adrift addick afterlater addresses

Adios amoebas!

Episode II

Boot up to bop ‘n slop

Boho bastards bad basted

Goodfellas ghost thy ghoulie past

Beaut beasts bait bards

Blooming bennies bog in bloobers

Boops blank when boo out

There be no borders to cross

In heaven’s above heavy fixes.

Tough shitski!

Episode III

She is a tourist trap waiting to be storked,

Waken with tits up you will in a shady back alley fo’ shizzle.

 Don’t knock around with a town bike,

No safe word can empower you with the sailor’s elbow.

For saint and sinner ask for a salad toss

A quare hawk roll-on in the rude will cook you good.

Ponce polluted lyrics in quill’s pointers

Tainted by ruddy plurry divine muses.

Go preaching from angel’s bible!