The curl of time

Lorenz

Neither god nor bad .

The good and the devil.

Just confusion of  souls.

The winds of history 

writing  glorious names

on the clouds ...

Devotees, nonbelievers ,passers by...

From the top of these pyramids,

the jester laugh at the vanity 

of your mummies ...

 I woke up in a curl of time .

Bittersweet story  between 

Lindbergh and Jane Seberg .

Hitler in a cooler ...

Santa lethal anagram 

in the gospel of Satan ! 

 Is there a death 

before this nothingless ?

Exquisite scent of  cadaver 

perfuming my  verses ...

Should we learn to read 

before laughing at it ?

 I translate my delirium 

in good manners .

But I would prefer 

to be shipwrecked 

on a shameful island ,

after drinking 

all the sacramental wine ...

Oh Divine lambada 

take me into your languid vertigo ! 

The truth of the senses 

is nothing but this lie by omission...

Ad hominem libido ! Amen !

 Angel of the last day 

sanctify my touch of lunacy ! 

And so we all leave ,

reduced to canibalolistic  ritual .

Accompanied by the forgetfulness

of the living.

 In a curl of time .

 

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 22nd, 2025 10:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Ellen Marsell, Sealgair
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  • Ellen Marsell

    Funny and dark, philosophical and mad. Poetry about meaninglessness — as a form of supreme liberation. I love it. Madly.

    • Lorenz

      Be cautious when you escape from a curl of time !

    • sorenbarrett

      Loved the mix god to bad what a great line and play on word and spelling. Nicely done

      • Lorenz

        Aesthetics of the grotesque .Poetry perfumes rotten meat !

        • sorenbarrett

          Indeed and sometimes a little meat perfumes my rotten poetry. This poem of yours on the other hand needs no perfume.

        • Sealgair

          The world devours itself and vanishes into the curl of time...
          Reading this felt like sipping madness too delicious to be sober.

          • Lorenz

            Be intox' friend by this poetic madness between splendor and decay ! Hellelujah !

          • Priya Tomar

            Wonderful !
            It blends sin , sacrament and sensuality .
            Clever use of irony .

            • Lorenz

              Horror and absurdity are the liturgy of the grand poetic mass (grave) !



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