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.

Opera of the deformed and the unlikable creatures
Of a long-gone plague are transforming into a mist of
contemporary art, while the threshold of the Hinterlands
Is being approached in slow deliberate movements of a
Pornographic winter.