Have you heard the story of a smartphone
bathed in moonlight that rings out in the night ?
Or one impromptu who knocks at the door ,
Shouting : '' That's death ! ''
sometimes ,a psychopathic clown
coming back from childhood ...
Dude ,you'll better have the big start user guide !
'' It's me ,I 'll never be here again ...
leave me a mail ,my double will replay .
I love you ! ''
On the nightstand ,a tube of eternal sleep dozes off
in the arms of a bottle of vodka .
'' this is Saturn calling : Houston we have a problem !''
There are still a few spots left on the red planet .
Feet sticking out from under the white sheet ,
cool in the lagoon ...
It's me , why won't you answer me ?
the children are sleeping .Their blind eyes filled
with wonder as they gaze at the stars !
I love you ! ''
A sudden depression swallows up all the dreams.
the little wooden horses leap out of the carousel ...
You're not alone !
Drunken flies buzz around the flickering lamp ,
roasting their wings as they revel in their final flight...
'' It's me ,I am waiting for you on the Bay bridge .
Come right away and wrap up warm ,in the afterlife
it's so cold there ! Do you love me ? ''
sometimes you wish you had been a passager
on the Titanic ...
'' Captain ! captain ! We're sinking !
- I don't care ! ''
No matter how hard I search my memory
- which is being overwhelmed
by killer waves of vodka .
I can't seem to find that darn modus vivandi anymore .
I must have left it in Lilith's diaper .
Dude ,without soporific instructions ,
we're lucky to stay crazy ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: July 30th, 2026 11:05
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Comments3
An astonishing blend of black humor and genuine tenderness. Despite all its darkness, this poem is filled with love for human imperfection and our shared inability to understand what on earth we're doing here. Beautifully written!
A masterpiece of misanthropy ! Beautifully written indeed ...
It's hard to hate humanity with such inventiveness if you're completely indifferent to it.
Unfortunately it is humanity that lacks inventiveness !
Lorenz, this is one hell of a dark and disorienting poem! The black humor makes the despair feel even more disturbing...as though madness is laughing because the alternative is unbearable. Powerful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hmm;..Instructions for a loser ...
Sanity lies in the wires and madness in the transistors, the voice is the inner child looking for an echo of peace. Forward the call then block the dark. Well done my friend
Where on earth did I put that darn instruction manual that explains how to stay a kid ?
Right under Peter Pan
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