Out there,where the danger
of encountering the unknown,begins,
a storm rages like a verdict
that no one hears ...
I laugh when I see how confused
the hands of your clocks,are ...
I am that somnolent feline asleep
in its incertainties who leaves the door
to dreams open for midnight visitors.
Little acrobat perched on a tightrope
between light and drama...
Into my cozy living, I invite
all these distinguished ectoplasms ,
drawing inspiration in the romantic ecstasy
of the lunar tides ...
I have no past and my memory is woven
from whims and fantasies .
Wandering spirit with no destination
or stopover ...
Everywhere in the middle of a savor
in open sea mode .
A poet who leaves a weird legacy
in the cogs of the web .
Perhaps,you thinks cats are autistic geniuses
tuned in for life to the frequenties of their sofa ?
But they speak to angels ,unbothered
by the umber of their wings or the alabaster of their halo...
They make fun of the golden idol and the gentle donkey ,
runnig away from that faithful idiot's dog ...
I often roam the high celestial parapets
and look down at the planet which can't see me ...
You are a part of my tangled drifting reverie ,
I love you like an old habbit and comfortable setting .
Let me sleep now ...
Antisocially yours !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
HAHAHA! Lorenz, I believe you've found the perfect arrangement! Let the world carry on with its nonsense while we entertain the occasional supernatural visitor and enjoy a little creative madness. Just don't let the cats charge admission! LOL! 🐈⬛🌙👻🙏
My supernatural visitors are always very well mannered ! Its a nice change from the daily grind ...
Have had several cats Lorenz one that learned how to jump grab the door knob twist it at the same time pushed off with its feet on the door jam, out for a stroll the dog took a liking to him and licked all his fur off the bottom half so he went around like a man without pants. Took up moving to the neighbor's house. His angel was asleep during these episodes. Good write my friend
a most entertaining piece my friend
A charming subversive composition !
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