Difference

Lorenz

It's not easy to be different  of its own reflection

and to look at yourself in the mirror of life,

seeing a face that is both you and someone else's...

I wasn't born out of the womb of a supermarket

with its new year's sale ,but from a passing comet 

that melted in a orphaned sun ...

 The angel in a white coat ,equipped with its 

evangelist gear ,imposed a vow of silence on me,

inking my spectral sky on a cloud of particles.

A dissociated Mercury in the arms of a loony black moon.

  -'' Sign here soul ! ''

- '' You shall score the concerto of the abyss ,

chiseling through orbs, unknowable boleros of suffering,

that will liquefy  the hearts of  hysterical groupies ! "

   That's my fate and faith as a failed  poet .

-'' kids the hour has come to dream beneath 

the eyelid  of the devil ! 

Come and join the storage  closet, where Mr. Hoover

will tell you some psychotic  stories ! ''

  It's not easy  to play a different part  .

Grand ma ,I miss your apple pie ...

 One day ,you'll grow up and that cute little elephant 

will look at you with a mean expression ...

You don't  dare ask your pretty cousin 

for the key to the prison of the senses...

  Pretending is a skill that can be learned .

 One dawn ,the white robed-seraph 

with its '' help me die face''shall  descent 

and say to me : 

  '' Please  soul ,could you sign here  ?  ''

I would feel so different ,

once the echo of my voice restored for  poltergeists  ! 

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: November 1st, 2026 11:01
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 3


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