I like getting lost
in the heavy slumber
of a nasty city
that pops into my mind .
It's so sepulchral
a city at night ,
where only the dead live ...
And also, hanging out
in a midnight station of worlds
where the early morning suicides
full of hot air ,laugh ...
What are you telling me ?
'' I'm going to walk to the bridge
and if someone smiles at me
along the way, I won't jump !
Please soothe my burn
with your lips ,even they are silent ! ''
Listen to me ,child of a cog
disconnected from the metaverse :
Love has only ever existed
in the legend of a well educated
serial liar who drives a taxi at dusk .
If you guess ,his name is Peter pan !
Tell him to stop at the foot of the bridge
overlooking the ocean ..
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The girl in seasons of rags,
dressed in wandering blues,
lost on the train plateform
of a nameless story .
That even dogs don't look at ...
Does the hostess have a smile
before the big jump ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 28th, 2025 06:54
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Comments4
Excellent write
Thanks . Peter Pan from the neverland to the nevermore !
You're welcome
Dark and noir it plays like a black and white movie. A death ritual maybe. Nicely written
A descent into the mental night between urban nightmare and poetic thanatos .
Noir aesthetics, postmodern play with imagery, and poetic intensity — in this poem, they intertwine into dark yet mesmerizing lines.
Poetic wandering in a postmortem psychogeography .
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