FROM WHENCE THE SALVATION WOULD COME

 

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I’m crawling slowly-slowly

and I can’t believe that all is real  

and I can’t believe that nothing is real

from whence the salvation would come

I’m passing away slowly-slowly

and I never know where I am.

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THE CANNIBALS

 

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The cannibals guided by the memory

of the dead laugh and flay

the slaves just as they’d peel an onion. 

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THE DANCERESS

 

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Hardly rotated by a game

the nudity of the danceress will fade away

under the harsh tongues of the effeminate.  

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THREE POEMS

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The dead young woman
who sang her childlike dreams
on the path was eaten by a cannibal
that came down from a luxury chalet.

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An incestuous flower on the land, which surrenders to the thieves in the woods a horse crops her.

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The bitches wept for subversive silence in the evening they made hostages of them.

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ALL OR NOTHING

The orgasm -- all and nothing
an extremely important detail:
Churchill's mother, a New-Yorkeress,
had Indian blood and she sang
to him by the cradle "All or nothing"
without "literary affectations" since
then he feared the rebellions of the parasites
and sometimes he contemplated 
the barren landscapes in the Northern
Scotland. 

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A LONG DREAM OF A RARE BEAUTY

 

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Nazismo-Yahweh, the Jewish pride

and the German pride together

pressing the Old Testament like some

grapes ‒ a long dream of a rare beauty,

the paradise spreading across mountain

landscapes where only the disaster dwells.   

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MAUSOLEUM

 

Lenin is a Russian Yahweh

on the face of the mummy

is written The Old Testament ‒

his spirit blackens the walls ‒

that’s the indifference

nonetheless he sees the hours

passing empty.    

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