ECHOES OF MOZZART, THE FAT LADY SINGS A ROMANTIC SONG

This one is for those who still believe that they don't choose consequences when they choose actions. WE WILL ONE DAY LEARN THE HARD WAY: I HOPE IT DOESN'T COME TO THAT.

HERE IS A PUBLIC ANNOUCEMENT: IF YOU ARE HAVING SEX, YOU STAND A CHANCE OF BEING INFECTED WITH (NEED I SAY IT, WE SHOULD ACTUALLY FIND A NEW NAME FOR THIS SHIT).

IF YOU ARE DOING WHAT YOUR PARENTS HAVE BEEN HYPOCRITICALLY TELLING YOU NOT TO DO, YOU MIGHT AND PROBABLY WILL LIVE TO REGRET TOMORROW. I WROTE THESE POEMS LAST YEAR, AS A REFLECTION TO MY SEXUAL LIFE. SOMETIMES YOU GET USED TO PEOPLE SUCH THAT YOU LURE YOURSELF INTO HAVING UNPROTECTED SEX WITH THEM. IT'S CALLED MAKING LOVE. WELL, LET'S MAKE LOVE.




Piano violence
(POEM 16 IN Advantages of Hating Love)

The pianos of life are whispering melodies
Melodies of love and death
Melodies of God and Satan
Poor jovial birds float on the immaculate horizon of the sky
While patient hunters steadily aim
At their tiny shapes

The poignant piano plays
Passion and love gave me Aids
The bloody piano stains
Passion and love gave me Aids

I hear the giggly ashen girls cry
I feel the bubbly ashen boys wish to die

Passion and love our blunder
Love, love, what love that blows us asunder?

Every hollow night I hear them wail, wailing
Their voices joining the journey of their tears
To nowhere
But to the broken cords of hope
Where Lucifer’s melody echoes
The shattered affections of the heart

The poignant piano plays
Passion and love gave me Aids
The bloody piano stains
Passion and love gave me Aids

I hear the desperate moan I see the uncontrollable shudder
As Lucifer’s piano takes them
On an evil mind-quaking escapade
To a place of holy gloom and viral thunder
Teleporting their cracking voices
Through environs of open cities, as if to admire
Through churches, as if to ask for forgiveness
Or to say: voetsek5 God

But you never know
Until you ride on Lucifer’s boundless train
Through the state of miseretti6
For buses and taxis are full –
People are going
Where passion and love led them
Down to Morrison’s Avalon
Where permanently they shall be alone

The piano is violent
Passion and love gave me nothing
My piano is silent…
Now I shall die crying or coughing
-4kof Satan



Kamikaze sex
(POEM 10 IN Advantages of Hating Love)

Beautiful woman
And her beautiful man
We lie on an ugly casket
That appears like a beautiful bed
Filled with wreaths not bouquets
Flowing with electrical blood and toxic kisses
Urban mistletoe, we dive in matrimonial satires

When prince Lucifer heard
The romantic rumours of our carelessness
Adult adolescence versus composed celibacy
How we cared little for life
And too much for love
He came to plunder our breath
Breaking and entering our lives
Romance his defence, amorous necessity, our hearts said

Lethal woman
And her lethal man
We lie on a death permit of passion
Moaning orgasmic deposits
Debiting our future with fiery spears
Hurling our souls into a volcano
Tumbling, into a whirlpool of insanity

This is the implosion of kamikaze sex
Passionate flex, mortal index
Like kamikaze jets, we crash on board
Our existence a jest turning into rubble
We die in love, bleeding from Lucifer’s touch
Leaving the world afraid of affection
Leaving natural fruits bitter to the heart
To wither
Like the woman and man of beauty
-4kof Satan