Saturday, January 21, 2023

Bank Vault Of The Mind

Bank Vault Of The Mind
© Surazeus
2023 01 21

The blind boy who walks in the burning town 
asks the three-eyed raven for secret code 
to open door to bank vault of the mind 
where plates of gold with memories are stored 
till the ticking clock on the heap of trash 
reveals the girl destined to rule the world. 

The yellow dress snagged on the barbwire fence 
decides to lend her wings to the book owl 
who takes the loaded pistol to the church 
before the fragile plate falls to the ground 
at sudden explosion of asphodels 
from unconfirmed grave of the tyrant king. 

The wood dock on the silver misty lake 
lures the lonely girl with soft yellow glow 
of morning sunlight over tender trees 
because the god-frog on the toadstool sings 
math formulas no mother can forget 
when her child first learns how to walk and talk. 

The widowed waitress at the roadside diner 
smokes cigarette by the telephone pole 
where the national jester was crucified 
for cracking jokes about the movie star 
who drowned when she fell off the fishing boat 
after giving her watch to the blind boy. 

I want to ask her on another date 
to watch the science fiction picture show 
about the sentient ocean on the moon 
discovered by the girl with broken wings 
eager to sell her leather boots to Zeus 
stolen by the ass in the lion skin. 

The universe is indifferent to me 
but I love the entire strange multiverse 
with every twanging fiber of my being 
because Apollo strums strings of my heart 
loud as electric guitar on stage 
while he sings the Star-Spangled Banner weird. 

So I hold hands with Melusine at dawn 
as golden light of the sun shimmers stark 
on flowing wavelets of her long black hair 
while she talks to her mother on the phone 
about our plan to sell our house and move 
to Athens where the wingless angel laughs. 

The leaky river boat Alastor stole 
bobs on restless waves of the timeless wind 
so we set sail across abyss of truth 
to escape tyrant in the castle tower 
who cries over death of his haughty son 
though light explains why nobody is lost. 

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