Saturday, July 31, 2010

Vote Of Thankswedding

Elections Coast to Coca

Methadone holy, as I knew what to say

last
sniff of cocaine off wheels in the mud. My

woman staggers on deck and then falls
with garters and panties
in cold river. More
vast horizon of sea trembled
sleeping forced
forgotten on the beach
sabbatical from hiding
of Venus.
Tell me, have mercy,

speeds without fighting with anyone, will end the road.
The west and east ends in Italy soon.
Steel and compassion that rises
in the car, like a hunter who

afraid to leave the city or the grandmother who calls you
for the puncture.
But where are you in this August 2006
frocissimo
If I want to stop someone and ask him
how can you be happy. And as we were the first

to slaughter for 50 € coca.
now overtaking, the stomach is to scrape together a small
compromise with the world beyond
while fluttering a clear 'to
fag in the window from a terrace.
fucking wig.

Monday, July 19, 2010

Bra With Holes Milena Velba

The militiaman known

Savoy
not flog my children with the fervor of a stepfather
insecure that he had used the nurse
a table that already smokes.
Holocaust and there was already
that just do not smell of Pius IX.
The smell of the wind that separates the careers of an Executioner
from your
Cadorna drunk. More soldiers and Southern

with the mob and the priest pushes
crying. The nitrite is run

drawing his heels in mud
and groans of hunger hot
to memory.
was Piave, but heavy

ended in the tricolor was to separate us from the enemy

quiet of a speech
old, but the danger was you? And listen to what
Unknown
crying win and win.
Turn around to see this scale
white with muskets
full of ghosts and blood-stained bandages,
that has served this huge cemetery.
But now I see these troops
poker

sessions in bars to perform as the insane at the time of Socrates

on my grave
put us a name.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Laser Dinghy Sail Numbers

Share B. Back from a memory

Caesar Caesar
Knight robes in disarray on
thirsty
here listening to your cry. Tales of exhausting

magnificent
sluts flock to the channel that
s'ornò of farts

in Milan that a snake drawn from the living stones.
Previti and glad
expenditure is in need
with clean hands
a Crassus appears. New
is forever
your face that laughs
heading
sweet voiced prose. But who are these

mortacci preventing
to say a few words, I swear.
He is back to square one by one,
all back, but multiplied. A bit of thugs and
leccaculo
without his knowledge attentional
the future. But
Gianfranco is a man of honor, and your face
chops condolences
common in the award of an easy accusation.
The last sip of elastic
debate and come in the night to remove make
share in a mirror. Now that all seems finished

have my vote, poor saint,
now I want you to complete the work of Benito
without
rubble in the streets but with a tragic
loop of wild laurel:
we are worse.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Precaution For Prostitute



Virgin Blue
embraced the corner of a page
summer
hotly
the male figures down. We are soldiers

nemmanco created
that Italy
girded us with sobs cohort
A march
a bit drunk or otherwise call a hymn that Scipio.
She pretends not to see, on the hill of cactus

and panties hung out to dry,
while we wait in the sun.
Folgore more or less everyone slams
nell'elmo
above the abyss of the stomach combative.
The ship goes into a chill on the imperative of August

hidden by a smoke
Carthage from which comes a desert fox.
Your dear old grandfather
greets you with a brief cemetery
sand.