I would like to be reborn
as a may poet in a mars suburb,
turning pissy gray into red tornadoes
My couch potatoes city flatters
in a polite Flemish manner ...
A girl in black frozen in the scream
of her boredom, fancies herself as Madonna....
The girl in black is only available
to tricks mongers and monkeys around...
One day I'll wake up handsome hangman,
it'll make the vile rascals laugh ...
And the dogs will leave mails
at the foot of my tree...
It rains tears of crows in their sunday best ,
the streets are dripping their faulty loves
that smell of french blue cheese ..
In the metro there's a guy with a haddith faith
who sends everyone to hell ...
''One single to Phobos mister bullets collector"
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 5th, 2023 11:01
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Comments3
Powerful imagery. Great use of senses.
thanks thomas .My sagittarius aspirations ...
Un récit visuellement riche. Un travail remarquable !
merci de votre appréciation !
From my castle of sand I watched the crows tears drown the world.
Imagery as thick and heavy as dark velvet!
I was immersed in this heavy cloak of misery from beginning to end.
Great piece!
M
Thank you for your precious appreciation !
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