Sunday, January 9, 2022

Inspired By Word Ghosts

Inspired By Word Ghosts
© Surazeus
2022 01 09

Though shy Apollo lingers in sad rain 
while carving Beauty from white marble block, 
Medusa slithers from lake of hot muck, 
pregnant with shining spirit of his brain, 
to meditate in cave of mushroom ghosts 
about mankind driven by mental lusts. 

Entranced by flashing mystery of her eyes, 
Apollo chases Daphne in dark woods, 
but when she hides in tree of naked skies 
he embraces Medusa on grass beds 
to fill her hollow heart with writhing ghosts 
who follow his command as Lord of Hosts. 

Submerged in sloshing lake of her deep womb, 
Apollo struggles to escape her arms 
though stuck in vibrant swirling of her charms, 
so he stacks dragon skulls to build her tomb 
where she suckles their child, haunted by ghosts 
who dance drunk around lithe serpentine posts. 

Stark arrogance of nature surging thick 
expresses passion to generate souls 
through bodies writhing at the psychic trick 
which rules effective cause of social roles 
we choose to perform, inspired by word ghosts 
who emanate from hearts of archivists. 

When fierce Apollo wakes from lusting trance, 
shocked by electric kiss of piercing faith, 
he weaves bold name to embody dream wraith 
in rancid body born from random chance 
that programs world view accounting for ghosts 
who return from Heaven as agonists. 

Warm arms embracing torso of taut thew 
with potent vigor of productive hope, 
Medusa holds Apollo as sweet shrew, 
eager to teach their children how to cope 
with violence of indifferent forest ghosts 
reborn to work in banks as analysts. 

While wrestling serpent of his monstrous ache 
to penetrate heart of darkness she beams, 
Apollo lays Medusa by dark streams 
till their bodies pulse with orgasmic quake 
so brain bang fills her moist void with ghosts 
who populate lush vales of rugged coasts. 

Emerging from cold waters of Star Pond, 
Apollo names objects his eyes perceive 
as clear ideas only words can bind 
their hearts at hour Medusa will conceive, 
so we live and die on Earth as light ghosts 
in world myths composed by evangelists. 


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