Tyranny Of Santa Claus © Surazeus 2024 01 12 This way the books we read will eat our souls as if we have lost our butterfly wings to climb the stairway to Heaven from Hell since we keep keys to our hearts in glass bowls without contemplating the state of things when statues of dead gods are found in wells. Ten thousand poets all around the world sing together in harmony of thought as wingless angels of the global choir conducted by dream of the cosmic herald who wants to show us what the zombie bought when he got stuck in old church of desire. With every new anxiety attack I translate shocking wisdom to bromides that only girls in bikinis enjoy for they alone can peer in timeless crack through which light of divinity elides harsh truth about the genocide at Troy. With ripe banana in my red right hand I rule sea kingdom of the smiling owl that demons build from rays of dragon bones so we can buy tickets to Wonderland because King Lear and Allen Ginsberg howl about sad ghosts who live in telephones. When I get back to where I once belonged, I will remove fake mask of my ancestor so I can play guitar on city streets and sing of stateless people who were wronged till they elect as president the jester who strolls all night with the fast-talking Beats. I drive my car in city maze of myths to gather data from computer brains about state crimes the proud traitor commits till ravens soaring from glass monoliths arrest the cheaters of capital gains who profit from scam of the money blitz. Concerned about state of my mental health, Minerva takes me to the misty woods where we watch sunrise gleam over snowed peaks with serious lesson that we employ stealth when selling Bibles in poor neighborhoods that consume our minds with social critiques. From heart of darkness I am born again to walk this world as lion with swan wings seeking whom I may recruit to the cause as we transcend world wars with spells of zen which motivate our satire happenings that expose tyranny of Santa Claus.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, January 12, 2024
Tyranny Of Santa Claus
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