A moon made of shagreen skin
where the outdated trinkets
of past loves ,weep ...
Echo the hues of boredom ,
a sleeping universal clock ...
'' And what were you doing
in that unfinished canvas ? ''
On this planet, spectres cast no shadows .
The ritual consists of believing to be alive
at the grand masquerade ball ...
'' And what were you doing
that saturday night before you got swept away
by a sudden furor ? ''
Alumni of the school of the dessected had arranged
to meet at the great departure square .
Once again ,death our respected mentor , arrived late ...
'' did you show your QR code faced with that reflection
- Which looked like a pandemic that the mirror
forced upon you ? ''
In this place called nowhere which no geography
can pinpoint ,the exiles watch the exotic girls
go by ,dreaming of erotic fruits ...
We must learn to tame the unbearable presence
of the absence ...
'' Have you ever wondered about the curves of the horizon ? ''
Courtiers of this kingdom of clouds ,
join the quadrille of oblivion !
Spin and dance in libations however you like !
Invite the corpse of your choice !
pay tribute to the prince defecating on his throne...
blow out those candles -the party's over ...
'' And you, hanging from your noose ,
did you leave a note expressing your pretenses ? ''
After a night of chalice ,
I would incarnate into the nakedness
of my skin of shagreen...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
We are all, in our own way, exiles from a place that never existed.
It's a place that doesn't exist anywhere ,yet is constantly being recreated ...
Macabre and erotically dark a poem of a death dance where death is late for his appointment. Actually I have been waiting for him for some time.
A surrealist work that leaves it up to the reader to bring it to a (no) fitting conclusion...
Nice
excellent write
Here the author favors rational dreaming !
Lorenz, this is one wild, surreal journey. Every stanza feels like stepping into another dream where nothing behaves the way you expect, yet somehow it all holds together. Wonderfully imaginative, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
It's a journey into the most secret geography of consciousness ...
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