Star Girl Of Massachusetts
© Surazeus
2018 07 06
Star Girl cuts pictures from old magazines
and glues them together in strange collage,
like the elegant model in slim gown
standing on top of the spewing volcano,
and drinking wine from the glass full of skulls
that pour from the casino slot machine.
Star Girl in the back yard, holding old book
of fairy tales, bends over and peers close
at delicate pink blossoms on the bush,
then pretends that she is the desert prophet
talking to the soul of the universe
who tells her to write fairy tales on tablets.
Star Girl follows her mother in the desert,
hiding in shifting shadows of despair,
but men with rifles order her to stop,
so she disappears in the sparkling sand
while they handcuff her mother in the truck
and take her away in white cloud of dust.
Star Girl in gold bathing suit on the beach
poses while her mother snaps photographs,
then walks in swirling foam and eats ice cream,
listening to the voice of stars in the sea,
while her mother posts every photograph
on Instagram, which earn eight hundred likes.
Star Girl in black dress plays red violin,
standing in the spotlight on the stage,
while hundreds of people sit quietly
and soar in the clouds with wild melodies,
and she sees in shadows of flickering light
weird angel appear above all their heads.
Star Girl with three eyes, riding the white lamb,
wields large black assault rifle in right hand
and long-forgotten Bible in left hand,
as she glares at ten thousand skeletons
of soldiers who eat rifles like hot dogs,
while butterflies suck dreams out of their brains.
Star Girl in the Garden of Eden sings
secret formula that spells my ancient name
which slithers as serpent along her arm,
biting apple of wisdom in its jaws,
then scatters apple seeds on parking lots
so billions of trees devour all our cities.
Star Girl smears paint on the wall of the bank
while wearing mask of the pink cartoon cat
and from swirling chaos of rainbow colors
she transforms my fear into superhero
so I bow before her on ziggurat
and deal justice to all in her true name.
Star Girl wakes me up from strange dreamless sleep
and explains that her secret name is Jorth
so we hold hands and walk the ancient road
toward the castle that shines above the trees,
talking about Cute children we will raise,
then drink apple cider in Jotunheim.
Star Girl raises both hands to the black sky
when we all gather on her ziggurat
and tells us how the universe was born
from the First Flash that flares within our hearts,
so we hum her weird haunting melody,
ten thousand souls vibrating in twilight.
Star Girl runs down busy Manhattan street,
following leads in the latest news story
about corruption in state government,
and finds the detective in brown fedora
investigating death of the journalist,
so they eat supper and kiss in the park.
Star Girl walks alone in the silent woods,
following narrow creek winding nowhere,
then stands on the shore of the shining lake
to watch ghosts of people who once lived there
dancing at midnight around the bright fire,
and she weeps, wanting to know their lost names.
© Surazeus
2018 07 06
Star Girl cuts pictures from old magazines
and glues them together in strange collage,
like the elegant model in slim gown
standing on top of the spewing volcano,
and drinking wine from the glass full of skulls
that pour from the casino slot machine.
Star Girl in the back yard, holding old book
of fairy tales, bends over and peers close
at delicate pink blossoms on the bush,
then pretends that she is the desert prophet
talking to the soul of the universe
who tells her to write fairy tales on tablets.
Star Girl follows her mother in the desert,
hiding in shifting shadows of despair,
but men with rifles order her to stop,
so she disappears in the sparkling sand
while they handcuff her mother in the truck
and take her away in white cloud of dust.
Star Girl in gold bathing suit on the beach
poses while her mother snaps photographs,
then walks in swirling foam and eats ice cream,
listening to the voice of stars in the sea,
while her mother posts every photograph
on Instagram, which earn eight hundred likes.
Star Girl in black dress plays red violin,
standing in the spotlight on the stage,
while hundreds of people sit quietly
and soar in the clouds with wild melodies,
and she sees in shadows of flickering light
weird angel appear above all their heads.
Star Girl with three eyes, riding the white lamb,
wields large black assault rifle in right hand
and long-forgotten Bible in left hand,
as she glares at ten thousand skeletons
of soldiers who eat rifles like hot dogs,
while butterflies suck dreams out of their brains.
Star Girl in the Garden of Eden sings
secret formula that spells my ancient name
which slithers as serpent along her arm,
biting apple of wisdom in its jaws,
then scatters apple seeds on parking lots
so billions of trees devour all our cities.
Star Girl smears paint on the wall of the bank
while wearing mask of the pink cartoon cat
and from swirling chaos of rainbow colors
she transforms my fear into superhero
so I bow before her on ziggurat
and deal justice to all in her true name.
Star Girl wakes me up from strange dreamless sleep
and explains that her secret name is Jorth
so we hold hands and walk the ancient road
toward the castle that shines above the trees,
talking about Cute children we will raise,
then drink apple cider in Jotunheim.
Star Girl raises both hands to the black sky
when we all gather on her ziggurat
and tells us how the universe was born
from the First Flash that flares within our hearts,
so we hum her weird haunting melody,
ten thousand souls vibrating in twilight.
Star Girl runs down busy Manhattan street,
following leads in the latest news story
about corruption in state government,
and finds the detective in brown fedora
investigating death of the journalist,
so they eat supper and kiss in the park.
Star Girl walks alone in the silent woods,
following narrow creek winding nowhere,
then stands on the shore of the shining lake
to watch ghosts of people who once lived there
dancing at midnight around the bright fire,
and she weeps, wanting to know their lost names.
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