Insane design inside ,
funny Bugs Bunny running
through the abyssal marsh
of madness.
Tangled bloody print of a somber desire,
spirit unmoored ...
I feel like a speechless skeleton ,
bones whistling in the wind .
Cease this jesting master gambler !
Shrieking pale visage ,
I know you the darker mind ,
oracle of oddities !
I cannot longer trace
this illusory orchard of delights ,
where joyce ,once bloomed ,
fleeting crimson crime ,
kid drowned in the tide ,
in my head,ticks dreaming of clocks...
Brother computer you're a liar ,
coxing me down a corridor of confusion.
We confide and slash each other
in a same disconnected inner fractal ,
fading ebbs ,where no waves recalls its path
to the womb and longs for the tomb...
Space where reason unspoils into mist
of depression...
Chromatic bimbo from the edge of limbo,
illicit marionnette scorched by the blamelight ,
your venom of delirium ,I cannot uproot...
My sibling machine,you tell me stories
in technological nightmares...
If I don't have the inspired trouble clef
that mischievous rabbit won't let me in ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Down the rabbit hole with a different rabbit not wonderland but Warner Brothers. I think The Jetsons might fit here. Certainly not Disney but maybe Ren and Stimpy
Ren and Stimpy surreal madness !
This poem feels like a kind of technological metaphysics, but perhaps it was born out of a much simpler and more human situation. 🙂
You really do have a gift for perception !
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