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Sunday, April 6, 2025

Golden Age Of Greed

Golden Age Of Greed
© Surazeus
2025 04 06

If alphabets eat our worm-writhing dreams, 
the faster way to find rebirth from silence 
might be to drive all night on desert roads 
while scattering apple seeds along the highway 
since wind knocks down every legible sign 
to lament faces of gods on the vine. 

Overwhelmed by thoughts no one dares to speak, 
I breathe excessive laughter of the moon 
in pursuit of profits bleeding from trees 
propelled by infinite hope for true love 
as humble contortion of endless tales 
disguised by optical freedom of whales. 

Catalyst of life with battery brain 
observing skeptical truths redesigned 
by carefully controlled sadism of faith, 
I wonder why my weird concept of life 
reflects reality no one else sees 
except for me with television eyes. 

Illusion of trampled dreams by the lake 
reveals exponential profit from hope 
extracted by screaming media that cheats 
with selfish luxury of swirling snow 
through insurance purchased from the blind king 
who tries to sell me his last broken wing. 

My mother tells me just before she dies 
that every spirit still remains alive 
until their name is uttered by the dead, 
but all I hear outside the fractured window 
is demons howling in the hungry rain 
so I keep doing the things that are vain. 

Returning from dark boundary of despair, 
I bring the golden fleece of nothingness 
as prize I stole from the sad mountain seer 
who throws our holy books in desert dust 
to prove wisdom topples idols of gods 
who scorn our worship from their seedless pods. 

Anger wild as ocean waves smashing stones 
insults the honest executioner 
sent to restore the golden age of greed 
betrayed at dawn by alligator clowns 
who scream at their faces in mirror time 
that we are angels who evolve from slime. 

Words I paint with blood on the stone church wall 
reflect pure splendor of the godless sky 
with consolation of the bleeding star 
while I repeat incantations of faith 
that Gilgamesh carves in clay of my heart 
so I can navigate life with my chart. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus builds ten thousand car factories in the desert of alphabet dragons who eat televisions of religious faith.

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