Pornographic Winter

At the grave defiance of an underworld of pain,

An abyss of decayed creatures of deformities,

All that Jazz is filling the halls of the subterranean tubes.

Molecules of soap bubbles pouring like darkened blood,

Mannequins with the face of Marilyn Monroe,

And the geometry of forbidden impact zones.

Enormous multi-televisions photos screened upon

The empty corridors of a liquefied filth hotel,

Sinking under the sea of pleasure and mortuary.

The atrocity exhibition of haunted schemes

Littered upon the pavements of sodomy,

As the antichrist's dead star of desire lingers with his heavy breathe.

The burning chrome of the potentially insane

Quivered in spasm of the deceased,

As the dead's hieroglyphs of Antarctica are savoring shock treatments.