In this cruel exile ,deprived of the beast's milk ,
I became warrior ,prophet,lover and jester
at the foot of the deserted throne .
Beloved bananas kingdom !
I walked through the guts of battlesong
in quest of fields of honor .
fiddled with by transgender masters...
Here I am on the last chapter of a sand story castle.
Savoring an toxic cocktail with that old rascal of Buddha
and his siamese smile ,who looks after a herd
of Pattaya's bar girls ...
Oblivion,always has a bitter exotic taste ...
So many arms that closed around me
like the branches of a shapeless tree,
too perfectly polite to be genuine...
At the wedding reception I was that nameless guest...
Mamas ,I write the fragrance of your absence
on the dark marble of happiness ...
Lost papas end up at the house of the hanged...
I am nothing but this bad writter
who utters curses that stick to the skin !
Pilgrim clothed in his divine ego...
Just only lies passed down
around the dying embers of generations...
In the infanticide aisle at the wallmart ,
frozen dolls are singing '' California dreamin ! ''
Van gogh in crisis ,spits orange defoliant
onto a dying sunrise !
The Mozart child improvises a staccato
that makes the city of sodomy cry !
'' This is the end ! ''
Told me Jim Morrison ,leaning over my palliasse ...
There is always something that ends in the requiem
without ever having begun ...
Today all is quiet in the afterlife .
I am the queen's pawn on its black square .
Waiting for the hour of regicide ...
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Comments4
Fine write my friend
I am that misfit pawn who carries the queen's dream ...
The queen's pawn not Fredy but Brian maybe. Astrophysicist on a guitar now that's bizarre. Maybe this is the bizarre you are talking about. No I think more Conrad and the Heart of Darkness that plays a fine tune with King Leopold of Belgium dancing a jig.
There's an equestrian statue of him in the royal square .le'ts keep it there ! The pigeons come and poop on !
All he wanted was a little money through colonization
Nothing new under the sun since the dawn of time ...
The most dangerous pieces are the ones that aren't in the rules of the game.
The jester could be a random chess piece ...
Van Gogh poisoning the sunrise really caught me, Lorenz. That image is grotesque, beautiful, and apocalyptic all at once…art itself appears to suffer a complete nervous breakdown. Brilliantly vivid work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The little pawn walks through our minds ,never hoping to turn back ...
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