In this choregraphic menagerie ,
which lips earn the kiss of the blade
or to be tamed by the caress of the chain ?
The '' yes my lady '' holy-water frogs
dream of a reptilian mortal sin,
mystery closed under the creamy cloth...
Letting myself go into the silky tempest
of a nightbird's nest ,dissolving my breath
in the furnace of a burning sulfur...
Rabid poodle fed up with this bloody potpourri
I killed Mister Bean's Teddy ...I have such a tortoise mind !
And got two decades at the graybar rehab !
When you turn mad ,you're always twenty years...
Shall I cloak in my fossil skin this morning
to pass for an edible animal ?
dear kindred spirits and gentle rabbits ,
the hour has come to seal the scripture
of this silly human bestiary -our common destiny
and comedy !
Hoping that none of you recognized
the shadow of your truest bedfellow...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: November 12th, 2026 11:01
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Comments3
A petting zoo for adults where one pays to put their head in a crocodiles mouth
I gazed at your animal reflection in my mirror ...
A most interesting write my friend
A little litterary treat !
A carnival staged inside an animal cage, where a philosopher suddenly discovers that he, too, is part of the exhibit.
In Belgium the carnival season help us scare away the holy water frogs !
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