City made of blood and fluid .
Mad of silence and violence .
Doors closed on fear .
The blind windows
bear witness to spectral comedies .
Excremental fury in ready-to wear
sewer mind ...
The midnight barber prowls
the damp alleys of pleasure.
In the early morning ,
well -behaved dogs ,
water the freshly hanged
drinking their coffee
at the after life bar ..
Death,distributes
birthday announcements .
Nothing happening
in the neighborhood ...
I introduce me :
I 'm the kid from the geography
of the cemetery of the innocents.
At the catacombs hotel ,
I booked my dream for a short eternity !
Nation street, crows watch over
organic pustule and purulent saliva...
Tonight , Apophis the great will jam the program ,
and the rats will dance in revolution square !
Finally,the revelation beneath women's dress !
City you're gonna die in a nauseating
breath of pleasure !
and final rattle of whiny desire !
Get out of this body Winnie the pooh !
Unbeliever who no longer attends
friday prayers ...
''Woe to you city ,whose prince
adorns himself with the trappings of reason ,
while the storm of insanity rages !
In the intoxication of orgies,
you will stagger and your shepherd will sink ! ''
Truly I tell you !
'' Stone Abraham on the temple of heroes ,
scatter its remains at the crematorium!
Burn the comic books that speak of impiety,
and offer yourself to the puryfing pyre
of this sublime urban tragedy ! ''
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: September 10th, 2025 09:07
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Well worded Lorenz this has the feel of fusion of modern and gothic in a surreal birth. Nicely done
I eagerly await the return of Apophis the avenger !
A poem on the absurdity of urban life .
Many dark imagery ...
Very nice .
In this absurd chimes a small glimmer of sublime !
You're a born poet
Happily I forgot the date of birth !
Really !🙂😃
The image of Apophis is dual: the mythic serpent is chaos within, the asteroid is chaos without. Together they become a symbol of total menace. Impressive!
Is it this dual threat that surrounds us and lies within us ?
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