Sweet urban depression

Lorenz

I like to let the feverish ink of my soul

to lose oneself in a season of depression

born from nowhere ...

A city in a failed spider web .

Noir novel without a corpse .

At the last page ,fatal coincidence ...

Shape of a nasty trick 

that a morbid illusionnist 

would have played in the mystery

of wireless telephony ...

We take away the remnants of intimacy

that has become lunar waste...

The damp secretions of mumies

speak to me in all silence of Babel.

orgasm of public embraces 

teaching me new autistic vocabulary ...

I hear this voice telling me : 

" Join the world of children who never grew up ! ''

I want to escape this  damn' watch

that chimes in the croc's belly ! 

 Wendy are you still waiting for me ? 

I would never have given up .

My tender solitude ,

taking my inspired depression in its hand,

offering me the poisoned fruit of its lips,

and whispering so softly :

 ''I love  you ! "

 

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: November 4th, 2025 11:43
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 21
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  • sorenbarrett

    Lorenz this sounds like the beginning of a noir novel maybe Sin City. The echoes of machinery in the background of a dark foggy night. Well done

    • Lorenz

      A touch of slightly disillusioned tenderness...

      • sorenbarrett

        We all get that from time to time

      • Ellen Marsell

        "In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." — Albert Camus

        • Lorenz

          It is in the depths of winter that forces of resilience are expressed .

        • NinjaGirl

          This is such a powerful poem, and I love the Peter Pan allusion. On a side note the contrast between your profile picture and the image used on the poem made me smile--two very different time periods!

          • Lorenz

            My avatars change according to the whims of time and inspiration ...

          • Priya Tomar

            Romanticization of sorrow !
            Nicely done .

            • Lorenz

              Literary depression similar to the ebb and flow of the tide ...

            • NafisaSB

              is it still depression, or do i see a ray of hope at the end?

              • Lorenz

                I leave ambiguity hanging in the air...



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