Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bumps On Forehead? Men

" Jubebox hydrogen "

Start from the "Message". Burning evening in summer.
Instructions for use: how to read poetry!
love poems and cd - white sheets and music without headphones -
-glass ashtray full of water - Mont Blanc pen and blue -
phones that do not ring without battery -
study room in heaven, I will start from the sky!
Beauty does not dream of most squalid dreams -
the stairs leaning on the railing Benny piscioso -
jeans and crocodile skin -
the Mother Church girls sent down the steps
with the lilies Christ raped in the brain for eternity.
In Multan hawks remain motionless on the mango to pray -
hawks of the sun - black coffee and fruit smoothies -
time of sacrifice, Muslim, pagan offerings in the streets ,
bleating animal-like courtyards and death hovers untouchable.
With Senator went to a conference -
college of new hopes for the future generations -
hot sky which is not that of Sicily.
Hand in hand let Sufi saint in defiance of God and Allah.
an hour will go up your stairs and you will bless my free verse,
alcoholic who can not enjoy love, restless embrace,
pleasure mortified, engorged Lavatory debris and earthquakes.
Shadi will soon take
the mind of God on earth will sound the horn, and I sacrificed European
Prince glycemic skip in for a long journey toward holiness.
The Director hide the bottle of vodka pretending the last drop -
bottle of black market in the belly of Allah.
Al-Amin was raised by a Bedouin, but that does not Distraction,
rather sip commenting on his latest article: "Peshawar border of death."
A lot have asked to bring with them through deserts, lush
love poems, in borders dirt roads of a world that has no boundaries .
Beggar on two-lane strip -
police strikes a truck driver in Chenab bridge -
mutilated human flesh holds out his hand -
throat of dust that can not swallow rupees paper soaked
tonsils and eyes blacks green flag.
Bhutto will be soon!
Everyone talks about it and do not know if he died in Karachi or Rawalpindi -
desecrated five rivers of love: one God in one bed!
will not be order to burn the glorious blues -
Frank died of rabies increasingly pissed-rebel
misunderstood for his poetry: "Tengo na minghi much!
Precious and refined solo that never cease to love.
Frank I asked
please, suonaci again "You Are What You Is"
surreal in his sleeve notes outside the staff
in key want because it's your turn,
for us, arrived for some time.
Come on! let us hear your music false floors
to Lahore while we hang the kites in the sky for the freedom of the world.
And you, where you beat the master?
You know that the flowers are blooming in the soul and
your member hot pants full of crystallized sperm? -
Pedophile love -
new flowers bloom in spring, wet vaginas that swallowed vorrebero -
traps poisons now addicted lovers,
sai, vorrei scoparle tutte in un solo colpo infinito!
vorrei liberare il mio desiderio e i tuoi pensieri di cozze pelose, 
emaciato sentimento del corpo, gambe incrociate,
Kamasutra di orgasmi reichiani su un prato verde dall'altra parte del mondo.
Anche tu te ne sei andato. Illuminated poems!
Scoperò ancora per te!
Lo sai che Frank ti somiglia più di tutti! 
più di Neal e Jack messi assieme perchè non c'è  non-conseguimento.
Now, I wash my hands and drown my being,
penniless grace, to tickle the clitoris of your wisdom,
wait for arrival. Loser or winner. Dinuovo are here to masturbate your nonsense.
I did not win and I'm like you, ingiudicati minds,
difficult endurance of non-judgment denial of the existence of God -
sunflowers and dusty earth of the coast of Punjab.
Why you left me in the least suitable place?
helpless to sprout, weaned and trampled.
Why I do not want more with you?!
I would be there, held together with you, in the limbo of waiting,
eyes and the baby's face in the world, I tried,
redendo from the judgments of the philosopher and flowers just bloomed for Allen.
course I do not deny that!
see God before the end ... or I've seen on the mountain lysergic
the first time snow-ski-stretcher - Donini electrocuted.

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