Super Beauty Of Wild Hearts

Super Beauty Of Wild Hearts
© Surazeus
2026 01 25

Far beyond super beauty of wild hearts, 
faceless ghost in slime-clean gray business suit 
withdraws money earned torturing mute books 
from the automated teller machine, 
and buys hamburger and fries for his lunch 
before returning to work in the bank. 

Yet laughing turtle in the pink tutu 
dances gracefully on the iced mailbox 
while clowns in red and yellow uniforms 
beat people on the head with rubber bats 
which transform into tinsel butterflies 
that eat silver handcuffs off hands of kids. 

Trapped in voiceless midnight of the glass church, 
photocopied letters on wings of swans 
arrive from Gobi desert in blue eggs 
laid by famished horses in can of words 
that wriggle into shape of wet clay dolls 
who give each other flaming guns as gifts. 

King Lear mistakes the rusty can of words 
for slab of roasted beef as credit card 
he thrusts in hourglass of unspooling fate 
in vain attempt to purchased rugged cross 
designed by blind woman with thirty arms 
who sketches faces of children on doors. 

Pretension to awakeness of the lamp 
contrives new secret room of breathing walls 
where millions of people without cell phones 
bypass memories of traumatic events 
by laughing as they swing in the playground 
enclosed in glass dome on the misty moon. 

Yet Ariadne tugs at broken thread 
tangled in maze of quaint alleyway stores 
to conduct memory trace with images 
encoding characters from ancient myths 
which always leads to Sunday morning church 
where shadows of gods reverberate masks. 

Kwan Yin reveals in jar of honey wine 
shadow following shadow of my brain 
as echo responding to sound of words 
unspoken by shy lovers who grow old 
together in house of the rising sun 
where angel eyes are hammered in our masks. 

At moonrise youngest woman in the world 
drops eyes in glass of water to recall 
how wings of ravens hide wild ocean tide 
since color of milk reveals beating hearts 
we drink to celebrate when empires fall 
now based on super beauty of wild hearts.