Life,love, round of the senses,
sepulchral shadow ball ...
The big show in the anal vacuum
must go on !
Last party animal recording
before penitent island !
Queer has a taste of leather
at the theater of indecency .
Garbage souls are not emptied ,
dirty time left in the sink ...
Here's the grand parade
of ritualized madness ,
impostors taking the lift
to the straight planet ,
a terminator offering its red blessing !
It's rain upon the crosses of my memory,
my downfall as a doomed poet ,
reads between concrete and bitumen ,
inspired barnstorming
of some morbid whimsical words ...
Immolated prophet on the stage
of the polite sough ...
Mummies rewarded by posterity ,
evacuate their well thought-out winds...
Dancing on the carrion of pretense ,
I'm waiting ,mock bard , old beard ,
obedient disciple of the luminous lodge,
the return of the magician's dawn ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 16th, 2025 07:50
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Comments3
Has such a timeless... LOTR feel to it... well done... carried me along
Happy to take you to the realm of the magicians !
This poem has the feel of music song titles. I know that they are not but even so it feels like something right out of an album. This has so many metaphors applied all that I can get is a feel of frustration and anger. It emotes. Nicely done Lorez
I express my detestation of the Cannes festival and its obscenes spectres ,killers of magic !
In the stream of images, amid metaphors and symbols, lingers a thick smoke of decadence and postmodern irony.
Juliette binoche already wears the veil ! Wisdom comes with age ...
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