All is black.
All megapolar blues.
White hours
when evil spirits fall asleep .
Grey up and dawn, bloody friday...
The world is in depression
greenbacks without passion,
but the mummies are smiling
resigning oneself to pretending.
A seismograph sends out a mayday ...
Vortex of happiness dancing in the rain.
A stranger blending with the night
stole Mary Poppin's umbrella !
He'll end up in a rotten hell hole
in Philadelphia ..
Bowing before lady Fentanyl !
It's midnight poor Cindarella .
You seem more dead after love ...
Armstrong's shofar sounds the deguello
over the sea of tranquility.
The count dawn has reached - zero .
Your name ,Rambo,deleted ...
Darn old clock out of order ,
striking the hours of anthroposophists
or perhaps the return of the dinosaurs...
My reason melts like French cheese
under artifice of neon lights and unspoken swords...
Disturbing aroma of deadly flowers
with a tender touch of decay ,amore mio...
I would go to visit some corpses
whose silence ,I appreciate ...
The high priestess will offer me a cup of sadness
and we will discuss marriage and miscariage ...
What a wonderful world !
But its getting late .I must return to my tomb.
On the way ,the Panchen Lama ,
smiled at me .
And by telling me :
'' Hang in there ! It will all be over soon ! ''
I had finally rediscovered the joy of dying !
All is black .
All megapolar blues.
Is there somewhere a glimmer of despair ?
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: January 29th, 2026 11:52
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Comments2
Colors from blue, black, white, grey, green, bloody (red) colors of decay. The very mention of rotten. Such word play as well Lorenz leaves this a fave
ha! ha! This gentle delirium deserves a megafav !
I looked for that button and found it had been removed
Here we encounter a poetics of tectonic plates: sentences collide like continents, giving birth to tension. It is a seismograph of an era’s mind. The text records catastrophe.
Just to make the ectoplasms laugh!
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