Child born from the moment
of a planetary womb
seeded by emptiness .
Mother was this shapeless plasma
offered to the whims of solar winds ,
who often did not return home at night...
Father ,this black bishop
lost on a cheese-board too ocean
for his illusions ...
My sister was that insipid blondin
I desired in storybooks .
I ,Tarzan ,you my adulteress Daisy duck !
I was just a wanted in a puzzle
that was missing a penny of love ...
Human brothers whom i look at you
without recognizing your grimaces...
I am only an android visitor
arriving from the suburbs of another pulsar.
In my bohemian diaspora ,
painting faceless memories
in formol attire ...
I like to tag swastikas
on the walls of thought.
Galactic companions
have pity on the inspired one
mocked by the community of believers !
This inner hell ,
so vast to live in ? Bad dream ...
Too deep to die in ? Have a dram !
Referred to in the book
as the offspring of a sin ...
Stationaut lost in a field
of lucid asparagus .
Syndrom that only anonymity knows .
'' but it's getting late ,dear sir and ma'am
I have to go back to my broom closet ! ''
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
There’s so much fantasy, grotesque, humor, and ruthless honesty here. All of it comes together into a portrait of someone “off the grid” — sealed inside their own world with no entry for outsiders. I really enjoyed this poem — it’s smart, vivid, and deliciously ironic.
Thanks my dear .I feel very comfortable in my closet broom !
Broom closets are where witches store their brooms this poem bewitched with surreal aspects it feels like a Salvador Dali poem with melting words. Fun read
My last girl friend is a '' scrub brush '' brunette !
Congratulations my friend
'' cheese pieces '' on chessboard .clever reference to Salvator Dali !
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