Dark Secrets I Conceal © Surazeus 2023 10 26 So I will lounge on leather couch and eat plantain chips while listening to sad jazz in direct violation of the state law designed to suppress my freedom of speech though I would rather drive the monster truck to crush police cars in the muddy field. While I type story of the angsty hero who dares defy the law of gravity, the black cat perched on my shoulder observes ships glide across purple waves of the sea where Aphrodite once rose from white froth so she could campaign for state senator. Aggressive laughter of the picture book misdirects attention of the lawmaker who stands with his wife and children in church to sing of Jesus in Garden of Skulls who plays chess with Satan to lose my soul till Grim Clown arrests him for psychic fraud. Though Ithuriel pokes my heart with his spear I remain stuck in mortal coil of flesh as if my brain is made of time-clock gears that record memories I experience in genes which I incarnate as my child who stares at me surprised that I am real. My unface reflected in silver grail reveals weird truths about my cosmic soul when I become fierce tyrant on the throne who rages against dying of the light in paranoid fear of the smiling girl who seems to know dark secrets I conceal. If she opens garden gate of my heart at just the right moment the moon explodes in silent fragments of snow on our skin, I will know without doubt of broken wheels she is the soul mate of my shadow self whose face I always see in the dark pool. Whose woods these are, I declare on the stage, you know are mine because I hold the gun that writes the laws, so I build every house on unmarked graves of natives without names whose ghosts emerge from television screen to scream beautiful melodies of faith. Why my heart bleeds black verses of weird spells I cannot explain to the rain-drenched hills who care not whether I might live or die, so I build model of Earth in my eye to prove I still possess freedom of speech when I defend the innocent from greed.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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