I am a native of now there
and over where ?
Mercury suburbs thug .
Bad boy making the buzz .
I speak a milky way slang
unknown from the big bang .
Inebriated by venusian fragrances
intimate painter of uranian trances.
I am a bit fiend and friendly satyre
who loves to test
the pretty salty taste girls
on Rimini beach
and those always in a hurry
on the streets of Paris ...
I'm a bit a lunar voyager
I get it from my mother
I like to wear a eurasian mask
to conceal my dual scam ...
I got lost on a saturne ring
really such a mourning place
playing a backward music ,
life was so hard ...
Forsaken by my muse
I was climbing the scaffold steps
when Led Zep saved me
with a Steinway to heaven
It makes me dreamin' ...
But the bar will close
the guy on duty
in a military manner
starts brooming
the moons of jupiter ...
Tonight ,I'm going
to get some fresh air
on the hydrocarbon shoreline
of a red giant ,
friendly monsters
will share my madness
and with a lot of gentleness
waving bells
and chanting to me
'' Hare Krishna ! "
I feel ,I'm losing my bearings
in the smile of a bipolar star...
Its time to get back
to my dark cyber bored...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 25th, 2025 07:48
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Comments3
We are all aliens on a planet that does not deserve us. Not that we are good quite the contrary. I feel the alien nature in this poem. Yet here we are and sometimes it is very good. Lovely
Sometime I feel like "infra terrestrial ! ''
It's a real space odyssey - a fast, chaotic, unpredictable flight. Fascinating.
An epic in an imaginary cosmos !
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