Weddings On The Broken Bridge

Weddings On The Broken Bridge
© Surazeus
2023 01 08

The staircase flies among the thinking clouds 
as apple trees discuss with honey bees 
math formulas that calculate our tears. 
The pen on the windowsill wonders why 
children rearrange photos of old cars 
till they resemble angels by the sea. 

Wine distilled from letters lost lovers write 
poison horses who pretend to play chess 
till the mountain train arrives by the lake. 
The rose bush decides not to take the job 
concerning sand that slithers in each book 
because the blind king wants to fish at night. 

Time passes with the click of atom clocks 
disguised as fish at bottom of the pond 
which shimmers with light of infinity. 
The open gates ask why we hesitate 
to prove intention of the criminal 
who catches birds and gives them secret names. 

The gatekeeper who watches funny shows 
charges us to walk across silver leaves 
beyond sad doors that sprout back into trees. 
The permanent angle of sundown rays 
requires apology for vengeful joy 
purchased by the hermit who walks away. 

We make plans for the future of the world 
by drawing patterns on the purple sand 
that cannot reflect stars of everywhere. 
If the girl in the red dress by the church 
ever decides to turn and look at me, 
I will hide the wings that embarrass me. 

Each time I look at the speedometer 
the ocean liner steaming in red snow 
asks stars if they are thirsty for the truth. 
The keyboard of joy survives ocean storms 
in time for us to be refreshed with death 
by eating apple pie on the back porch. 

Purple plums hanging in the afternoon 
greet strangers with breathless sorrow of love 
by giving them whatever they request. 
This mood of quiet beauty reveals time 
abruptly ended by the honey flow 
which honors weddings on the broken bridge. 

Because Pierrot wields shadow blade of faith 
we hide our disappointment in the way 
flowers ignore strange withering of death. 
I never want to fix the broken world 
described by chamber music of the fool 
who prefers tranquility of desire.