Born In Generation Why

Born In Generation Why
© Surazeus
2022 12 13

About the tree that wants to eat the house 
I consult the tongueless psychiatrist 
who stands in middle of the busy road 
and points to the ever-flashing red light 
that resembles the smiling dragon eye 
since I was born in generation why. 

The imitation persona I am 
which glares from Book of Faces on the web 
lives somewhere in Heaven of cyberspace 
while I shuffle about my cozy home 
and wonder if trees want to eat my soul 
since I was born in generation why. 

Standing on the Arizona highway, 
I give my drivers license to the cop 
who explains he is writing down my name 
in case he finds my dead body somewhere 
so I thank him for his honest concern 
since I was born in generation why. 

I wade in streets flooded with ocean waves 
in Miami Beach after pouring rain 
and hold my guitar high over my head 
while people go about their daily tasks 
slaving for the food-production machine 
since I was born in generation why. 

I climb the silent rocky mountain trail 
across the bridge from Boulder, Colorado 
to find the ancient Book of Secret Dreams 
I hid from the Christian evangelists, 
then eat mushrooms and dance in starlit woods 
since I was born in generation why. 

Through maze of Kansas City in sunlight 
I stroll to large library on the hill 
to write computer code on glowing screen 
composed with fractured lines of cosmic verse 
in arcane riddles no one understands 
since I was born in generation why. 

No matter where I am in this vast world 
I am always just where I want to be 
because I always choose where I go next 
while searching for the Holy Grail of Truth 
that gleams in eyes of the woman I love 
since I was born in generation why. 

Because I worship the Many-Faced God 
who wears the mask of every living soul 
I feel alive inside cells of my brain 
all my ancestors who design my mind 
awake in memory of our spinning Earth 
since I was born in generation why.