Social distress

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....