Biography of Michael Veremans
Mission: destroy romanticism
Michael Veremans's Works:
Michael Veremans Poems
Boy Of Iron
I was a boy made of iron, Standing lone on a starry hill Watching a night city Of diamonds and gold
A Riot, Posture Of Mutiny, For Nothing
They were satisfied to hold a riot, Gathering in their hundreds To talk about their purpose (For they were well versed
Every face of light In the speeding grey night Shows tear streaked porcelain Watching the yellow butterflies
Drowning In The Rain
It rained dramatically, It rained like crying, It rained from a blue sky Striped with electricity.
Growing Up Under The Ghosts Of Lax Or An...
An airplane flew slowly across the horizon And it looked like an angel, or a fiery wasp. Its wings spread against the sky, Towards the sea amidst columns of grey smoke.
He Found The Desert And It Took Him Afte...
When the heat plummeted And the desert drew cold, A lion weeded his way With heaving, sinewy steps
Every face of light
In the speeding grey night
Shows tear streaked porcelain
Watching the yellow butterflies
Fly with flaming wings
From the burning poppy fields.
Fed on steam and dreams
They exhaled a lonely house
Filled with corpses