First Rolling Stone

First Rolling Stone
© Surazeus
2023 09 20

Reluctant sorrow of red blinking light 
directs fierce traffic of old hungry ghosts 
who race each other for the Promised Land 
but wander lost in shopping mall of myths 
to purchase salvation from greedy gods 
who program our brains with deceptive codes. 

Though she waits by glass door of paradise 
to purchase road map for the cosmic soul, 
Isis wonders why car of sullen hope 
refuses to play with the looming cat 
which sells salvation to the faceless clown 
who tells us he is the first rolling stone. 

Admixture blending concepts of desire 
between tomorrow of forgotten pasts 
and yesterday we reinvent with songs, 
binds our two hearts with angst of hungry hope 
to play grand role in drama of the world 
when Alexander cuts the knot too gnarled. 

Eternal sunshine of the busy street 
suspends my soul in animated sleep, 
so I float blissful in the teeming crowd 
crossing lonely bridge of forgetfulness 
on the way to the baseball stadium 
where angels and devils fight tedium. 

We almost understand clear mirror flash 
beamed through the egotistical sublime 
when magic spells distort reality 
though we cling to illusions of desire, 
laughing on the wild roller-coaster ride, 
then join Hector on foolish predawn raid. 

Discarding strange illusions of despair, 
that program slow ticking of my clock brain, 
Raphael tries to explain to my father 
why Lucifer rebelled against state power 
when the king chose his incompetent son 
to play global god on the judgment throne. 

Yet Melusine refuses to declare 
that we are stuck in the apocalypse 
while Tiresias plays piano on stage 
to wake the dragon underneath the world 
who writhes at bitter anguish of our hearts 
without accepting why cosmic truth hurts. 

When grizzle-bearded sage of Zathamar 
appears before White House with the red flag, 
news casters from the cable news networks 
analyze rainbow sparkle of his eyes 
since no one understands his prophecies 
except Pixie Girl inside apple trees.