The rags of despair
that have human form
no longer invent lives
fossilized for moons .
Thoughts .
I'm citizen of comings and going
that look like a comic street .
Inbound and outbound ...
I'm the central station sentinel
who watches over the air currents.
Above me I have a roof
open to all winds .
I share my feeder with rats and pigeons.
Is my soul so dirty ?
It's raining on your memory .
Forgotten old comedy ...
A story of Marylin and a millionaire
or just a bunch of misfits
of which you was not a member .
Dressed like a lord ,
you were called '' Patron ! ''
The present is a shoe with a hole in it...
Thoughts .
I look for a face in the rush !
Your's or someone else ?
Maybe the eyes of a good god...
Prisoner of my freedom
all is confused .
Noon plays midnight ...
I am dead but am I steel sleeping ?
I'd like to shave off that guerilla beard .
I will present my résumé to the eternal
who will offer me a cigarillo
and sent me straight to master Lucifer !
Tomorrow ,I'll promise ,before living
I'll knock on the door and the child
will open it for me !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 12th, 2025 11:25
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Comments3
All things are not as they seem. This poem offers so many metaphors it is like a house of mirrors where one reflection begets another. A wonderful cascade of images.
Our metro stations are being turned into hotels .Our hospital services are in tatters ! And Brussels is sending another 30 billiards in arms to Ukraine !
Good write, Lorenz.
Thank you Jerry ! Invisible shadows story .
A cold wind drifts through these lines, carrying the scent of old regrets and unanswered prayers.
When the living is left...
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