Do we sometime need a touch of folly
to create the illusion of reality ?
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I did not desire your barren harvests .
You accepted me as a matter of fate .
A tree branch feed on lies .
Object of unformed flesh ,
sin of a mechanical thing ...
Merely distortion in a shape's geometry .
I could hear only those fluid sounds
of life in a submissive universe ,
where beggars vomite at the god's table...
A butler with a cold steely grace of excutioner
offered me a life in a closet ,crammed with
a few stray brooms that welcomed me in the family...
Sometime, father frozen in his avatar
above the extinct fire place ,would call for me
and I knelt before a display of posthumous trophies...
Mother's womb was overflowing with those corpses
that had just been cleared out
from the marital battlefield ...
Midwives have always a subtle fragrance of mortuary....
Sister was that ambiguous disgust .
Orchard in quest of a gardener .
immortelles flowers bloom only on marble...
I was never a child and never grew up .
Only universal serial -killers and even beyond ,
are my brothers in misery ...
The devil said to me :
'' Love me and you'll no longer be
a stranger in your own home ! ''
Serpent ! I don't believe a word you're saying
and yet I know you're right !
The fat santa never gave me faith .
I am nothing but a gloomy fantasy
born of an autismic artifice
who just collects my grotesque masks
arranged in a mirror reflection bringing back
the fear of crowds within me.
Leaving behind a formic smile of social distress....
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Comments6
A hauntingly beautiful exploration of darkness!
I wander through the underworlds holding a torch of darkness !
Lorenz, this is deeply unsettling in the best way. The poem moves like a surreal spiritual autopsy…cold, symbolic, intimate, and relentlessly inward. I especially loved the tension between monstrous imagery and vulnerable confession throughout the piece. “Love me and you'll no longer be / a stranger in your own home !” lands with chilling force after everything that precedes it. Extraordinary work, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
human consciousness becomes a prison when it can no longer believe in the necessary fictions of the social world .
Again a surreal journey through the underworld. Well worded and nicely composed
You can disbelieve in the devil while still knowing that it speaks the truth !
Anything is possible given enough time
An inner monologue of alienation .
Well written .
Where exactly does alienation lie ?
Haunting , nicely written
Thank you dear thinker !
The butler/ executioner offering life in a closet character conjures a great image. I was afraid as a boy of my closet and had to have the door completely closed. Then "I don't believe a word you're saying and yet I know you're right" is perfect. Nice
the broom closet was a haven for mischievous gremlins and I still hate open doors just as much ...
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