Poèmes Anglais

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MOONLIGHT POISON

THE CAMERA IS SEEING GOD
THE EYE – JUST THE EXTENSION
OF AN INJURIOUS VISION
PLAY THE GAME BUT PLAY IT WELL
ON EARTH THERE IS NO SAVETY
NO SURPRISE
JUST THE DANGER OF AN OPEN END

TAKE THE STRANGER’S HAND

DON’T LOOK BACK
WAIT UNTIL THE WAR IS OVER

WORMS ARE PRISONNERS IN EMPTY EYES

AND THE BRAIN IS FLOATING
AS A DOG IN THE INDOOR POOL
ALL THE PLEASURES ARE INSANE

WHEN LAUGHTER IS GONE
AND CLIMAX VANISHED AWAY
WALK AROUND THE SINKING NIGHTMARE

YOUNG BLOOD IN DIRTY VEINES

IMPOTENT GENERALS
IN SLAUGHTER HOUSES
WAITING FOR THE CELEBRATION

PROPHECY – A NIGHTMARE CARTOON –

FOR THE PIRATES IN THE CITY OF LIGHT

POISONED LOVE – A MASTER VOICE –

AND GOD IS DRUNK FROM REALITY

AGONY – EXTASY

Pray the dust and smile to madness
All pleasures contain the idea of death

Lust is the suburb zone of glittering sex

Sophisticated vice of night life souls

Gives high class prostitution
In the city of light
Climax – a vulture coming after dark

Summer sadness in highway dreams

Ghosts rambling in innocent blood

Rape the desert kill the nun
From the clothed to the naked
Runs the low down filthy porn novel of love

Gypsy whisdom – adventure beginning

Say the truth but after the end

Ambition is the highlight of nothing

And Pandoras box – no witness in court

BLOOD RAIN – POEM FOR THE UNBORN

The soul is on the wrong place
In the dictionary of illusions
No dreams after dark
Isolation & fear paralize the imagination

Too fast to live & too young to die
Under the moon being the fatal attraction

Instant love in spinster town
One hour after eternity
Drugs we steal from hospitals

& Flowers we shop-lift from the graves
Bad trips end up in frustration
On the banquet which offers an open bar
In the final of a blue moovie
A queer priest bondages with a rosarie
A topless horny nun praying to be raped

Lolitas hitchhike to the demons clinic
Just to get a free prescription to abort

Naked children riding on dildo-horses
On a merry-go-round towards the midnight hour

Hookers itching to break bad at any moment

At the beauty farm in the prison edge

Where aged witches get spanked on the bible

For their old whisdom excluding the new age

CATHOUSE BLUES

The hangman has a poet soul

& Sunset is the final destiny of light
While crime rises in empty churches

Distrust all preachers from the beginning

Because their message is a madness cry

The shotgun’s eye is searching for a victim

In the neverending poker of antique lust

The brain is a meeting place of dreammaking

The hell just a nightmare broadcaststation

Rape the snow and pray the desert
Pay cash all pleasures now and ever

Sandwiches laugh at starving people

While a wilderness angel nurses a blind snake

Climax brings the unborn death
While thinking is the living one

Universal mind is written
On the tombstone in the graveyard
It’s a long road to constant madness
But just a short step to hell’s touch
Time goes by we are nobly dying
Life was just a joke a bad one anyway

CELEBRATION OF INCEST

Projecting a murder is the foundation of religion

Show me the strange people not the evoluted ones

In the cave of roaches where computers went mad

Hairy legs on stage, dry cunts as open sores

Red thinking comes when you start to bleed

Bones at arrival, clouds are insane
Befor thunder strikes and everybody starts to run

Instructions come from a death game
Runs with the haunted stay at the verge of fame

Undress the wilderness, strip for the jungle

Reinvent the celebration of antique copulations

Get obcene on smiling death
And silent ghosts enter in competition
Tribal needs freedom, chaos needs hell

Demons lie while priests forget to pray
They transform churches into crack houses
The devil is absent , god in reparation
The domestic rain spreads the seeds of doubt
In a world where nobody is afraid of the law anymore