I wore the face of the frozen one
wasn't born, picked up life, as adopted son
heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who fought... but never won
I am the spy as a change of attitude
load the dice, just twice, for the heart of truth
double heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who sowe... to prostitute

I pray the crime of sensuality
give advice in lies with ability
evil heart without throb, I'm one of the mob
who sell... morality

From a conversation:
During the five year plan, one million
wagonloads of construction materials will be
supplied to this place. There where immense
metallurgy and pit coal concerns will arise
next to a city for hundreds of thousands
inhabitants.

At the furious blast furnace complex
I left skin, psycho beat and sex
lonely heart without me, you no longer have to be
cause I'm the voice of steel
I play hide and seek with metamorphoses
live straight lined several metallic poses
hole instead of heart, I belong to the part
who fake... the opposite
There are just shadows and silhouettes
turning geometrical pirouettes
hole instead of heart, now I am part
to the world of meccano



PERMANENT REVOLT (80)

Dispatched by the sheepish muzzle
of a fairy-like majority,
inside, I poisoned its bowels
Now there's only me, the minority
who lacks social comment
and grabs all its accessory
which is total-loss and bent

Liquefied I'm more than a voice
nested in your pores
but my sounds drowned, evaporated
in the smell of your colossal corse
Permanent revolt

Spitted out by the cumbersome beast
called fairy-like majority
outside, I celebrated its last whim
The survivor's me, the minority
who searches for social comrades
to rebuilt this society
after a model of soviets

Glorified I'm more than a voice
to surpass roof sirens
but my sound swelled, exploded
in the stammering of silence
I'm part of another majority
and beg for opposition
which comes from minority
that's zealous for transmission



NOTE OF A STROLL IN SPRING (80)

Ephemera, faces of one day
tangle and triumph
in summer seasons shadow play

Behind the facade man calls modesty
they're only desirous of mass sexuality
Ephemera, faces of one day
continue triumph
in summer seasons shadow play
While the pale shade of integrity
corresponds to another choreography

All of a dither, spastic and veiled
he tangos in silence
on imagined winter's sketched details



IN STILL LIFE (80)

Ambition gets numbered by decay
as the muscles of society
relax by the hour
Common sense withers in a day
while senility takes place
in-between the hours
Each minute's a chaos as in crowds
but seconds die still countable
it is confusion till finally time
paralyses, in still life

Pre history's on the watch
below zero life starts
with dying
Northern partisans remove the patch
that camouflaged
globe old crying

In that serial plot against serial life
their first breath abolishes itself
reason's exclusion of at least the mind
that chrystalises, in still life

Nova Neanderthal's device
for the straitjacket gang
comes as clockwise surprise
to the unarmed who rang out, in still life



LINKS (80)

Links don't answer to rules
of reasonableness
collected out of chain crashing ways
Links adapt new methods
in reasonableness
of acquired stain lashing days

Lines of logic
in measureless maze
connect apparent chances
with the touch of identity daze
coupled atomics
in x rated affair
read well as atonics
from a glazed stare

Links unriddle enigma of clairvoyance
per unction of stain lashing days
Links fly off at a tangent
minus target
in limitless feints of chain crashing ways
Links as silent as the grave
as common as grass
as tangible as gas



ESCAPE THE HUMAN MYTH (80)

Chained man of tomorrow
suffering from pre history stress
your bona fide prejudice
is from local incestuous point of view You're the insomniac
exploding mental frontiers
You're the maniac
to fulfill the emptiness
But all serves as counterpoise to Calvinist
bacilli, who swarm in all the nerves of your...
Family tree.

Stainless man of sorrow
choking on perpetual relics
your male fide misplaced pride
is derived from original sin
your hypochondria 'authentic ancestral disease'
welcomes amnesia to undermine prestige
But all serves as counterpoise to Calvinist
bacilli, who swarm in all the nerves of your... Family tree.

Escape the human myth.



HISTORY LANDMARKED (80)

The cortege of nobility and clergy
sets in motion slowly
on the way to the scaffold.
Their final eye's fixed on the sky
under which they lived superior
to the rabble turned rebel
that ordered them to die.
Guillotine's knife reflects grimly
the shine of a rising sun
that predicts rivers of red
heads pierced as trophy
it's a shame to be among the dead.

The Reign of Terror makes them bleed
cause the rabble needs to be fed

But the masses and the classes mix-up
so the pointed massacre turns at random.
Even leaders of the revolt are dragged into their
own ostracism, kill each other cause of pursuit
personal phantom.

But as a collective, they already consumed
the feudal web, started liberation with grandeur
at revolution's first unstable step



DISSIDENT LAMENT (80)

I'm not intent upon your schicksal
but advice to conspire
with the too protected inmates
against the chain lied, secret smiled,
favored moderates
who deprive from life all extremity
and are dead food for you and me
dead food for you and me
dead food for you and me

On Siberian sidewalks mistaken on our trail
we spit inflammatory words
dissidential, you know, unauthorized by meaning and subjectical incognito.



UNTITLED Mayakovsky (80)

I know the power of words,
I know the tocsin of words.
They are not those that make theater boxes applaud.
Words like that make coffins break out
make them pace with their four oak legs.
It happens they are thrown out,
not printed, not published.
But the word gallops, its saddle girth tightened,
it rings through the ages and trains creep nearer
to lick... poetry's toil-hardened hands.



POSTERITY CHANT (80)

Procreated by a dilettante
product of squandered sperm
drawn from a female test-tube
I, degenerated, overgrown germ
whose atoms split simultaneously
to his internecine shouts in mime
of distort faced up facts
laid down without reason or rhyme

I grope my way through tinned fantasies
of lusts of the flesh
my instant brain will not keep
as I prepare for the fatal clash
which comes spontaneously
at my highest form of prime
as challenger of deadly fate
I'm laid down without reason of crime

Don't ignore my void
I don't ignore your corner oxygen masks...



THE CHASSIS FORCE (80)

Your cargo banditti arrived someday at twelve pm
numbers without identity, to you my love, to impregnate them
It's my apathical gesture to your nymphomanic
appeal of tip-top-tapped embryo's, seen bared in cold steel

Here comes the Chassis Force
with characters that remind old fossil hordes

Based on bodily coachwork, they live life in triple
violate human accords, that obscured reason of impulse
As copies of their own posture, they walk dogma's to socialize
in areas under degree, they remodel erotisized

Here comes the Chassis Force
with characters that remind old fossil hordes

They are called ready-mates,
hunting fleshy food and fraud
exist by no time of date,
ruminate three times what they caught
Their serial propagation can cause the modern plague
an expedition of investigation never returned
and news stayed vague

Here comes the Fossil Force
with characters that predict odd chassis hordes