Vincent De Roeck

Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011

I can't tell if I'm strange
or make my words
rearrange|When I'm
living in the night

We shall become joyfully
in this blasphemy full of
hippocracy| this time
is not your future
**just the beginning

Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011

The Old Man & The Cat

" Do you like it here ? "
he murmured

> " This is not what I call refined architecture. "
she spat with venom

" Oh, I guess you're right. "
he replied

> The Cat goes dancing
in the fire

The Old Man sits
in the shower

Vincent De Roeck Jul 2011

The Wind in our Final Hours

The wind is blowing
my mind away

Yet stories of strangers
never go astray

The ashes, the pavement,
the parked cars

Shakin' and upset
grievin' in our final hours

— The End —