Down In Aberdeen

Down In Aberdeen
© Surazeus
2022 01 06

When thoughts destroy church of the avant-garde 
with psychic canon of the howling ghost 
we gather weeping with the snarky pard 
who mocks principles we treasure the most, 
so I play the publicity machine 
while drinking whiskey down in Aberdeen. 

Weird paradox of the punk chanting hymns 
to praise the laureled king in castle court 
displays power game where the moonlight swims 
when poets compete in the bloody sport 
to prove they are the heir of Dickinson 
then dance with devils down in Aberdeen. 

Rejecting social agony of truth 
by adapting complex grammar of lies, 
we erase self of the messiah sleuth 
who shoots fire arrows at God in blank skies 
while strumming harp and singing by the moon 
after Sylvia cries down in Aberdeen. 

Though anodyne prophecies prove too real 
for sweet Minerva dancing by the lake 
I pluck eglantine to hide how I feel 
about star-eyed princess who is not fake 
when I lounge drinking mead on Stone of Scone 
at resurrection down in Aberdeen. 

Collecting garbage in anthology 
that presents brightest minds of Babylon, 
I synthesize code of theology 
which appropriates myths of Avalon 
in the new world order of Oregon 
founded in my tomb down in Aberdeen. 

Experimental spells of mental states, 
confounding sensual profit of the clown, 
produce aesthetic jokes of tragic fates 
that glitter bright as soul-stars on my crown, 
yet I design map of phenomenon 
so we evade death down in Aberdeen. 

Heuristic tool for radical assault 
against institutions of social power 
urge me to modernize conceptual fault 
through honey bee of my eternal flower 
so I play important role in the scene 
of rapping jesters down in Aberdeen. 

Strumming lyre of Hermes by sparkling pool 
as wingless angel in the pastoral masque, 
I imitate romance cant of the fool 
who pines for the princess behind the mask, 
then play Orpheus on the silver screen 
to lead singing ghosts down in Aberdeen.