I'ts a poem without a birthplace.
A graffito on the wall of grotesque.
Trickster dead-end .
It's a poem in the rain
that pensive dogs , greet
by raising their paw...
'' 0ffer me the alms of a glance,
ladies,gentlemen and transgenders ! ''
I 'm just a poor doggerel scribbler ,
expecting lord Byron 's inspiration !
I'ts a poem that swings between
verbal logorhea and lethal diarhea .
Masterpiss vomit by some
vodka-soaked artifice ...
Eulogy of Donald Duck
or Jack the ripper's apology ...
Shogun ! I dedicate to you
this ultimate haiku before seppuku .
Welcome to the hanging bards festival !
Blake and Baudelaire are not in the cast
and Jim Morisson doesn't show up ...
It was a poem drawn like spasm
on toilet paper ...
Swallowed up in the nothingness of a sewer .
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Poems come and go but their memory lives on in the minds of the reader. A poignant write for the poet. Very nicely done
A poem of great compassionate tenderness for my poet friends . ( Well ...some of them ! )
Your poem is a rare thing — remarkable for its honesty, grim irony, and intellectual despair.
despair is the essence of poetry !
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