The point of no return

Lorenz

Chance and fate 

dine at the same table.

Death,so busy ,

has a lot of patient today .

Before time ,its already 

to late .

In the darkness of  the soul,

long knives hour has come.

At the barbaric wedding ,

Satan dresses in  black  satin ,

prowling,sleep ,the tormented alleys

and under torture ,questioning

forbidden dreams ...

 Point of no return .

 in the morning,life will be naked meat ,

crows opening the ball for flies .

 Midsummer night's  reverie 

Prelude for a wildbeast afternoon .

 I fled this body  of greenish love,

around the throat ,

a necklace of barbed  wire .

My eviscerate Barbie ...

I am a social being 

who believes in mechanical fluids.

At Grand station ,

waiting for the time 

that won't arrive  tomorrow...

 ''Good evening angel  of karma ! ''

  My name is Edgar Poe ! ''

The night was restless .

The morgue has received 

its shame of homeless .

 Rise up  happy zombies ! 

Because at 3.a.m ,reached ,

is the point of no return ...

In the waiting room,

 I leaf through a magazine 

where I see the head of  a serial fool 

that looks like me ...

  Perhaps  a Tennessee sweetness ?

   A drama called desire ...

 Stan Laurel and Charlot's antics 

make Elizabeth Montgomery 

laugh a lot ...

 My old  Fitzgerald ,

Sometime even the finale is magical !

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 13th, 2025 10:36
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  • sorenbarrett

    Free will tied up could not attend, Hope and Patience were late to arrive overturning the hourglass in their haste. A surrealistic poem that contains more than meets the eye on first visit. There are skeletons in those closets and there are missing guests at the table.

    • Lorenz

      Those skeletons guilty hidden in the closets...

    • Priya Tomar

      Good evening prince of poetic kingdom !
      Dark imagery of this poem makes my eyes shine .

      • Lorenz

        I walk forward in the darkness with this fragile poetic torch...

      • Ellen Marsell

        A Gothic catastrophe turned into a poetic carnival.

        • Lorenz

          A point of no return between gothic and buffoonery .But where starts the first one or ends the second ?



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