Begin To Understand Myself

Begin To Understand Myself
© Surazeus
2023 04 09

Though the wanton son sighs laughter of rain 
the ancient ocean eats children of her fear 
because the drunken wolf hates the glass moon 
yet every forgotten slug in the phone 
loves the crayon in engine of the car 
when the tired villain dances in the waves. 

Though the silly tree by the empty church 
longs for justice of the arrogant gun 
the exquisite corpse asks the crow for wine 
yet the charming daughter of the mad king 
finds recording device under the table 
so the queen flies plane to the Land of Oz. 

Though the hungry ruler can measure death 
that bridges hill of hate with hill of joy 
the glass woman throws sunlight at the sky 
yet the lonely jaguar waits in the church 
for the rain to fall upward before dawn 
if we decide to sell our eyes for truth. 

Though the happy giraffe talks to the gate 
about refugees gathered on the beach 
the mouthless jester waits on the spiked chair 
yet the saxophone screams fear into faith 
as if balls will always roll down the hill 
no matter how fast horses run in snow. 

Though madness rushes through fissure of time 
the legless ballerina on the beach 
dances into steel book seeking peace 
yet the apple embedded in her breast 
pulses with commandments of happiness 
to swallow oil of lust with her fish mouth. 

Though the feather bullet of the blind tongue 
pierces silver eye buried in red mud 
the praying mantis loves the baseball bat 
yet daisies blossom from dinosaur bones 
because we all share one imperfect face 
molded from candles made by angry nuns. 

Though the wingless fairies of castle halls 
explain calculus to the antelope 
she walks the signless road past anywhere 
yet crocodiles with typewriters discuss 
how best to build Bridge of Forgetfulness 
in exchange for visas to visit Hell. 

Though the truth about slavery was erased 
from mangled pages of high school textbooks 
she preserves names in clever fairy tales 
yet deathless mother molds my secret face 
from pungent wisdom of the mushroom mind 
so I begin to understand myself.