Aquarium

Lorenz

Don't forget your program of alienation in the fishbowl !

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In this traveling theater ,

Anti-social  ecology .

Everything has been performed .

The scene is empty .

the set is in place  for the drama to come.

State of repression on the fringes of depravity

lost in the drunkeness of a  a long caress 

that barks in despair ...

 Madness has the bitter taste of a comedy 

in search of indecent rhymes ...

 On the poker table the joker turns over its face ...

  Mr .Satan artistic director .

Ladies please hold the pose 

under the watchful eyes of crocodiles...

  My poor poet ,this is how people live 

and their  kisses deny them ...

 Obscure moan of pleasure doomd to a slow death .

somber splendor of the human tragedy ,

lustful lips exchanging this venom of melanchomania...

Am I nothing more than a lone actor in this  world 

of illusory spectators ?

  My role is to always pretend ...

  Ectoplasms applaud the final act of the lie 

as the scarlet curtain falls on the void !

  Fish do not understand the sublime beauty 

of the aquarium ...

 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: August 17th, 2026 11:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    Do fish in an aquarium think that they are safe behind glass to observe wild humans in their habitat?

    • Lorenz

      the world of pisces is relatively complex...

      • sorenbarrett

        Indeed you can't always use the same bait

      • Ellen Marsell

        A kind of psychotherapeutic diagnosis of this world: the chronic trauma of alienation, where we are prisoners, actors, and victims of our own helplessness, applauding the curtain as it falls over the void. That’s how I see it.

        • Lorenz

          Open space in confinement of our fishbowl ...

        • Tristan Robert Lange

          Lorenz, this is dark, theatrical, and suffocating. Society becomes a performance staged inside an enclosure no one recognizes, while the poet remains painfully conscious of every wall. Powerful piece, my friend. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

          • Lorenz

            If I stop acting will anyone still recognize me ?



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