Letter to the lost poet

Lorenz

Writing is not healing 

Or whining in style .

It's bringing something back 

to yourself to share 

in mundane trivialities 

with no morning after...

Talent doesn't arise 

from the chaos 

of an infantile machine 

which only feeds the ego

but by bringing the serpent

into the house ...

I know you well, old  dauber 

who calls himself  cursed .

You're just a Bukowski  avatar 

courting the loo lady ...

To be a liar at  20

its like setting up a date at 50 .

Without knowing that we went 

coming home one night ,

and on the chat server 

it's the void that will respond .

Or perhaps the lips  

of an unfaithful android female .

 baby you no longer  coo 

in your coffin ...

'' We promised it was for life ,

I' going to die let's stay good friends ! ''

 Gothic scribble for screwball 

 in a final  bullet .

 This scripture of oneself 

which is nothing 

but suffering  in tears of sand 

on the psyche mirror ...

Shadows of tragedy 

without musicality and dizziness ...

Become a poet at 50 

its to evoke the mumies 

or summon the zombies ,

having a row with a bottle of rum ...

Postcard crucified on the fridge .

Erasure made of wind skin 

in memory of a seagull  in love

in the sea bruise of a Brighton

pre-war  season .

Tear up that last dream 

and fall asleep  for  ever ...

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    Like drifting though a snowstorm and trying to grab individual flakes to piece together into a larger crystal this poem had me scampering. Nicely written Lorenz

    • Lorenz

      Thanks dear Soren. You know ,poetry does not soothe it opens the wound by naming it .

      • sorenbarrett

        Truth is often painful. You are most welcome. Real poetry is truth.

      • Ellen Marsell

        These lines cut deep โ€” full of irony and ruthless truth. A manifesto against falseness, against egocentric whining disguised as art.
        A scalpel of truth in poetic form โ€” bravo.

        • Lorenz

          Some people contemplate their belly button thinking its the navel of the world !

        • Priya Tomar

          Wow !
          Full of irony and modern metaphors... brilliant writing.
          Writing is not healing...... right

          • Lorenz

            Writing is a scalpel that reveals the tearful emptiness hidden behind the complacent word !



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