Delights and Rages
1 min readApr 12, 2017
Life flickers through the broken poet’s brain.
A Spirit breathes among heaps of shit.
Piercing sighs escape voracious lips.
The town is buried beneath broken bones.
Precocious laughter cackles from windows.
An accelerating waltz predominates.
Souls stumble through labyrinths of dreams.
A sexual festival is in full swing.
In the incredible absurdity of dawn,
the moon ascends like a mute herald.
Lions are devouring stupid, naive lambs.
The orchestra of death is tuning up.
Everything is proceeding according to plan.
Each day contains delights and rages.
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