large surplus in the dusty street in the dilapidated neighborhood
metropolitan
left in this swamp and dense
men excluded from the reserve for tomorrow
destined to a life without illusions and
senz'ipotesi of no hope.
surplus in the metro district:
garbage, rotting fruit
excrement of dogs, treated (and clothes)
much better than many men.
all contemplate with disgust
stunned by the ferocity and dall'insensatezza
in which force us sadists.
surplus in the metro district
blood on the pavement is still hot,
a homosexual was tortured by a new technological fascism and private sectors.
guards are dominating the satellite dishes
useless drugged brain.
marginalized, alienated and discriminated against by stealth
the distressed look,
meditating on the near beating
that certainly will not be long in coming. I do
courage, I walk
still rotting in the metro district, surrounded by apartment blocks
detached and far removed from any context, with people terrified of different
hostages to cynical media that invite them to close the walls,
delegating their very own existence
in educational policy to delinquency
bets and security cameras as guns.
Segregated in the ivory towers
compacted concrete as a powerful, deep hatred
will be invited by news funded by the Freemasons. Then a messiah
clear how a skull
will fulfill their dream of death, to those seeking
money when they go to the grocery
or after Sunday mass.
Depressed I finally reach the port where
cold atomic submarines,
patients waiting for the command,
a gesture by the spiritual leader. Then
quest'insperato sunset
leave room to dream, the glow extended and final
the mighty mushroom cloud
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... A civilization
fierce but trembling
expects unconsciously to sink,
to be rebuilt from the ground up:
bankruptcy of our titanic delirium
swim hopes of social reconstruction.
metropolitan
left in this swamp and dense
men excluded from the reserve for tomorrow
destined to a life without illusions and
senz'ipotesi of no hope.
surplus in the metro district:
garbage, rotting fruit
excrement of dogs, treated (and clothes)
much better than many men.
all contemplate with disgust
stunned by the ferocity and dall'insensatezza
in which force us sadists.
surplus in the metro district
blood on the pavement is still hot,
a homosexual was tortured by a new technological fascism and private sectors.
guards are dominating the satellite dishes
useless drugged brain.
marginalized, alienated and discriminated against by stealth
the distressed look,
meditating on the near beating
that certainly will not be long in coming. I do
courage, I walk
still rotting in the metro district, surrounded by apartment blocks
detached and far removed from any context, with people terrified of different
hostages to cynical media that invite them to close the walls,
delegating their very own existence
in educational policy to delinquency
bets and security cameras as guns.
Segregated in the ivory towers
compacted concrete as a powerful, deep hatred
will be invited by news funded by the Freemasons. Then a messiah
clear how a skull
will fulfill their dream of death, to those seeking
money when they go to the grocery
or after Sunday mass.
Depressed I finally reach the port where
cold atomic submarines,
patients waiting for the command,
a gesture by the spiritual leader. Then
quest'insperato sunset
leave room to dream, the glow extended and final
the mighty mushroom cloud
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... .... A civilization
fierce but trembling
expects unconsciously to sink,
to be rebuilt from the ground up:
bankruptcy of our titanic delirium
swim hopes of social reconstruction.
Vincent D'Ascanio, unpublished 2010.
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