On my screen I am looking for a reflection,
in streets, lives and moments that come
to love in seasons when I hadn't decided
to be a passerby in this city where a man
and a woman who would cross paths
and recognize each other in one
of these images ...
You are there ,without knowing
that I'm watching you from afar beyond
the drifting cloud ...
The hands of our watches move through
the twilight zone ...
Illusory mist of an unfolded time
that seeks the colors of what was once alive...
Bonjour monsieur ,sitting at a table
with a glass of beer and reading your newspaper.
What's new 50 years later ?
And then the turncoat camera swallows you up
before I push open the bar door ...
Mademoiselle ,please wait for me !
I'm going to paint a picture of the future
that will make you laugh !
You'll think ,I am a crackpot poet
and love me !
We'll got some ice cream at the '' Grand place ''
and go and see a movie at the '' Eldorado '' !
You've got a little something of Vivien Leigh
about you .
I'm just a touching Charlot,clumsy in his own skin...
And then the wind will carry each of us
off to our dimension ...
Waiting in the rain for the next tram of souls
to arrive ...
On wet memories avenue night falls .
am I just a thief of shadows ?
I have to leave before the Germans show up !
'' Soldaten Kino Fraulein ? "
Said my grand father .
I need to find an island very soon where nostalgia
will stop haunting me...
Or maybe a city that's afraid to sleep...
I turn off my screen and I already miss you !
My eyes open to the world ,
emerging from a womb that has long been dead ,
yet I can still feel its heartbeats ...
Miss ,I feel like i know you when you weren't
my mother yet ...
The Eldorado has become a subway station .
I finally dumped Marylin for Mary Poppins !
I'm down in the dumps ...
Time folds in on itself .
Variety show or crime boulevard ?
Black screen ...
I am again right here and nowhere .
In a spark of fragmented eternity .
Please tell me ,I am not just a dream ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: March 23rd, 2026 11:07
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Comments1
This poem bears the image of a jovial court jester on the hunt for young maidens to entertain. Half bard half joker. Well done Lorenz
I''m drawn to white ladies hitchhiking on the roads of time...
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