Life is but the decomposed
of an old core thrown to the wind
and death a tale for grown-ups
told by politically children
according to the selection grid criteria.
Haikus born in a black hole
that evolution has shapped into a brain
reveal only a failed funambulist
who thinks he's a poet
as others dream of having a dog ...
Wingless birds watch the clouds pass by
believing they see the face of god ,
Faith is nothing but a farce...
Friend ! Boards drunken vessel ,
throws dirty ink into the saliva of urban flies,
releases a pestilence in the name of the transgressive !
Blessed you sermon on the mountain of madness !
Dark ethyl desire that palpates ,
palatine princess
the subjective object ...
The cheesy one that ignites the missionary
in the middle of the moon ,
makes Bukowsky happy !
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Comments4
Not only good lines but deep thought in this poem. A wonderful write and a fave
Thanks for fave ! A slightly malicious manifesto !
Excellent write
Thanks ! excellent appreciation !
You're Welcome
A toxic cocktail of allusions and irony. A brilliant piece in the aesthetic of absurd noir.
I don't know if absurdity has a color ? Perhaps that one of nothingness...
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