Dimitri Khokhlov


Welcome To Dorian-Paris Grey - Poem by Dimitri Khokhlov

Like a Judas Iscariot's with politeness kiss,
But i fall not on my knees,
They wait and push therefore specially my moment of illness,
I rest finally alone in winter like a stranger of Camus with tb disease,
And french doctors rest with Nobel prize of peace,
'For everyone is the own' - the advertising on this show of Auschwitz,
In Paris come the permanent feast,
When me, i am genocided in this hexagonal country fascist,
And french people from caste in this Gulag of France of kings and priests,
You know - you may yourself see this
If you are human and you rest here in proxi tunnel of alien pigs,
But little more to a time of just one tourist.


*Dedication also to town of Taverny in Val d'Oise and kissed Anny Dardour with Vincent Poujol.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 4, 2014


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