“Perfect Crimes”
Postmodernism, sweet companion,
kiss my hand
and I will kiss yours
look at the world
behind this clear glasses exposed
to you in full
transparency
in front of silenced
crowds,
of forsaken children
exchanging
bread for visions
dreams with fire
flames with fallacy
in those blue
fields of delight
Postmodernism, paradox of seduction,
lethal stratagem
of reduction,
trading falsity with fatalism
divine left-handed consumerism
born in the Seventies
and still alive
surging to the higher sphere of perfect-ism
and never ending your fake conflicts
in the absolute value of your various crimes.
Oxford, 14. 1. 2002
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