Lorenz

The poet\'s soul

The poet\'s soul

speaks to the dead dog.

The coffin cup is empty 

and life smells fever .

By the moonlight 

a blue fly burns its lips .

\'\' Are you poet this solitude 

of a thousand souls ?

 - The one of the old child ?

- Of the flickle lover who flew away ?

- And this inspired parody that mocks the crowd ?

- \'\' I am an empty  crime scene 

concealed in a dark halleyway of the heart ,

and I cry behind the silent door ! \'\'

- I am drunkenness, madness and bliss ,

and also this secret fire 

 which flows like evil lava ! \'\'

  - \'\' a june snowstorm that arrives 

too late for  a december rendezvous ! \'\'

 The poet\'s soul dones its ceremonial attires

and join the procession .

Distradectedly greeting  

a few specters from happier times .

It lays down a bouquet 

of concrete flowers on the tomb .

Returning home ,it will smile 

at the sight of this bare rope ,

like a set of jewels 

around the neck of a beauty .

 It\'s time to walk the dog .

  for eternity ...