Battling His Demons
© Surazeus
2017 09 30
Running down the city street after dark,
Mike tries to alert people passing by
but they float past his invisible face
as he staggers into the fountain square.
Five girls rise dripping from the fountain pool,
long white hair slithering like feathered snakes,
red eyes flashing with laser beams of fire,
and hands reaching out claws to tear his brain.
Each girl looks like someone he dated last year
and they scream his name, running forward fast,
so he twists his fingers and chants weird spell
that causes lightning sparks to spiral tight.
Squinting his eyes in the blurring twilight,
Mike exclaims, "Verba pulsant serpentum,"
then braces his feet against cement curb
as bolts of lightning pulse past the five girls.
Shooting lightning bolts into writhing gloom,
Mike howls in tense concentration as strikes
of lightning penetrate shadow to blast
giant serpent that writhes in agony.
Thrashing in monstrous rage, the serpent roars
and strikes against the battery of flames
that twist around his neck in flashing rings
which bind his scaled length in tight tangled knot.
Blinding white light envelopes his whole mind
in cell-tingling blast of shimmering buzz
that swells his pulsing body in huge globe
till he becomes vast galaxy of stars.
The black star pulsing at its central core
throbs vibrant waves of neurons through his brain
and hundred zillion eyes of flashing stars
open wide to gaze in mirror of death.
I am the void of nothingness that beams
becoming everything in web of light
through atoms woven by Sun Spider God
who wakes inside my brain and invents truth.
Snapping awake when someone speaks his name,
Mike beholds five pretty girls with cell phones
smile and wink as they stride past where he stands
so he turns to watch them vanish in mist.
"I thought I slew the dragon of despair
and freed their souls from fierce spell of its lust
but maybe that was nothing but illusion
conjured by my brain so I play the hero."
Slouching bored in the black wrought-iron chair
at the outdoor cafe where people chatter,
Mike stares at faces to see behind masks
true spirit that motivates how they act.
"Our national anthem contains one verse
we never sing because it curses men
with dark brown skin and mocks them with disdain,
so I should write new anthem for our nation."
Staring at stars twinkling behind phone lines,
Mike ponders what concept he should express
in lines of verse that would inspire all people
with noble principles of global justice.
© Surazeus
2017 09 30
Running down the city street after dark,
Mike tries to alert people passing by
but they float past his invisible face
as he staggers into the fountain square.
Five girls rise dripping from the fountain pool,
long white hair slithering like feathered snakes,
red eyes flashing with laser beams of fire,
and hands reaching out claws to tear his brain.
Each girl looks like someone he dated last year
and they scream his name, running forward fast,
so he twists his fingers and chants weird spell
that causes lightning sparks to spiral tight.
Squinting his eyes in the blurring twilight,
Mike exclaims, "Verba pulsant serpentum,"
then braces his feet against cement curb
as bolts of lightning pulse past the five girls.
Shooting lightning bolts into writhing gloom,
Mike howls in tense concentration as strikes
of lightning penetrate shadow to blast
giant serpent that writhes in agony.
Thrashing in monstrous rage, the serpent roars
and strikes against the battery of flames
that twist around his neck in flashing rings
which bind his scaled length in tight tangled knot.
Blinding white light envelopes his whole mind
in cell-tingling blast of shimmering buzz
that swells his pulsing body in huge globe
till he becomes vast galaxy of stars.
The black star pulsing at its central core
throbs vibrant waves of neurons through his brain
and hundred zillion eyes of flashing stars
open wide to gaze in mirror of death.
I am the void of nothingness that beams
becoming everything in web of light
through atoms woven by Sun Spider God
who wakes inside my brain and invents truth.
Snapping awake when someone speaks his name,
Mike beholds five pretty girls with cell phones
smile and wink as they stride past where he stands
so he turns to watch them vanish in mist.
"I thought I slew the dragon of despair
and freed their souls from fierce spell of its lust
but maybe that was nothing but illusion
conjured by my brain so I play the hero."
Slouching bored in the black wrought-iron chair
at the outdoor cafe where people chatter,
Mike stares at faces to see behind masks
true spirit that motivates how they act.
"Our national anthem contains one verse
we never sing because it curses men
with dark brown skin and mocks them with disdain,
so I should write new anthem for our nation."
Staring at stars twinkling behind phone lines,
Mike ponders what concept he should express
in lines of verse that would inspire all people
with noble principles of global justice.
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