Deluded is

Deluded is in fact
whoever believes that
all injustice must needs be
caused by an oligarchy,
and that, once it's rooted out,
evil would be put to rout,
so that in a world set right,
we'd all live with keen delight.

Reality is but flow and ebb,
an interconnected web,
a graph of full interdependence
beyond all the words of science,
where the isolated node
takes part in its own sweet mode
and every foolish devotee
is cause and cross of destiny.

We may depose the autocrat,
or expropriate the plutocrat,
incarcerate the Islamist,
and extradite the Zionist,
yet their place will soon be seized
by those claiming to be aggrieved:
because under an unjust regime
each man indulges in the scheme,
kneeling to the tyrant's will
for gain or for a lesser ill.

Choosing to accuse or sermonize,
through oversight or thin disguise,
and shining the light on others' wrongs
while nodding rarely at your own,
is but a signal, none too frank,
of belonging to the pack,
and surely no sincere commitment
to a future that's a bit more decent.

Drafted from Italian with Blog Translator, then revised by me.

Kidsthesedays

"Damn kids these days."
"The world today..."
"What's it all coming to?"
"There ain't no values anymore!"

Your dad kept saying it,
his uncle had said it before him,
and the uncle's grandfather too,
and that grandfather's ancestor.

It's written in hieroglyphs,
in Latin and cuneiform,
on paper, parchment,
papyrus and tablets.

But if in ancient times,
and then in the Middle Ages,
right up to the modern era,
someone complained,

the conclusion is obvious:
the problem ain't the times,
them kids are doin' fine,
it's you that's old!

Drafted from Italian with Blog Translator, then revised by me.

For a couple of joullars (in a-a-a-a)

Pathetic is every fleeting
celebrity
who to the cynical grid of abuse
and cruelty
plugs in the cord of their own
vanity
for a two-joule jolt
of popularity.

Drafted from Italian with Blog Translator, then revised by me.

Black hole of delight

A bottomless bottle of vintage champagne
that I want to eternally inhale and taste.
A carnivorous flower, a colorful bait
right on the fulcrum of a luscious face,
devouring my senses, my mind and my code
till my skeletal self spills out fossilized.
A prison of breath, of words, of lust,
my ecstatic fantasies behind carnal bars.
Rubber-like flesh, like a child I torment:
I bite, I press, I roll, I smack.

HAPPINESS

Oh yeah, dancing is good!
Fuck tariffs, fuck Greenland, fuck Zelensky, fuck Putin and fuck XiMaoXiaoPing or whatever he's called too.
I'm an old man, why would I give a shit?
Just give me dance music.
And lots of booze.
And give me some Viagra too.

TOO SWEET FOR ME - Bangkok, Thailand

Everything here is
sick-making pink,
the walls are wainscoted
with pink teddy bears.
Just fluffy toys,
all of them pink,
it's like eating honey
with sugar on top.
This is too cute,
sweet kind of cute,
I'm feeling noxious,
I'm about to puke.

Boozy lingams - Bangkok, Thailand

on the shelf of a loud pub
where they only play k-pop
a file of glass cocks
filled up with sweet shots
of colorful fluids
by lasers x-rayed
are about to e.j.
with some sort of b.j.