I'm in your story
like a passing alien
in your grey days
and rainy brain hours.
I'm this dating
in the diary ,
crossed out in black ink
that you'll meet
in the arms of another.
You sit in the kitchen ,
warming the kettle
sweetening your tea with tears.
Little kitty buggered off ...
You see, I'm still here .
Squatting on this desolated
spider's web .
The wedding dress is discarded...
Sand cast on the stars
by a black thoughts merchant ...
I've got the entry code
to your dreams ,
Inviting me into the intrigue ,
jostling the furniture
and opening the windows
to all the winds of dementia .
Naughty gremlin giving you no respite !
I know ,you love me like an old companion
who kills you so tender ...
In the smog of this cursed ciggy
and the blues of the booze...
'' Take the plunge on the tracks ! ''
You whisper a soft voice ...
But your to cowardly to live
and lacking of courage to die ...
Are you just an interim
of an intermediate universe ?
Poetry laughs at your grotesque arabesques !
The twisted roof of your ragged haikus
make the disabled bonsai laugh !
At the nothingness kiss terminal
I'll be waiting for you ...
Mouths full of silence
sharing the same wanderlust.
You're just a toy I want to do without .
But which of us is the other's bug ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Now this is a poem of some I have know and of me at times. A very nicely written poem with so many great lines and images. Poignant and felt.
A sublime bug in the machine .
Love turned into poison?
A poetic mini-drama laced with humor... The imagery borders on surreal, yet remains emotionally recognizable.
A story rather worthy of a stay in a psychiatric ward !
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