Friday, February 9, 2024

Apollo With Sandwiches

Apollo With Sandwiches
© Surazeus
2024 02 09

Because of jagged sunrays on the moon 
the young boy in the empty school classroom 
transforms the math book of dream formulas 
into secret codebook of foreign spies 
so he can translate jokes of cardinals 
who gather on phonelines with stolen keys. 

Enchanted by eerie cry of the loon 
that glides over heavenly swamp of doom, 
the young boy photographs grand orchestras 
who play symphonies for war refugees 
instead of mapping swirls of particles 
which highlight ambiguous truth of lies. 

As if to prove his brain is made of rain 
reflecting faces that all look the same, 
the young boy, who paints over mortgages 
with faces of demons to mimic glass crows, 
searches for magic rings in arsenals 
so he can enforce love in the world maze. 

Deciding everything we do is vain 
because nobody wants to stake their claim, 
the young boy inventories shortages 
for flashing televisions and yew bows 
which he leaves unlabeled in terminals 
where singing trains take us to the next phase. 

Because he deconstructs concepts of power 
by dissecting language to roots of terror, 
the young boy cooks mouse stew with radishes 
to feed starving people in leaky boats 
who play ghosts in lonely orphanages 
with courage of fools to ignore the Fates. 

Despite the peacock in the crystal tower 
that wears mask of his face in the cracked mirror, 
the young boy invents complex languages 
so no one ever asks him for the truth 
that he is Apollo with sandwiches 
selling insurance to the lost in faith. 

Concerned his brain is now functioning slower 
so none but the star witch can see his error, 
the young boy records lives of hostages 
who worship the blonde daughter of the sleuth 
though she loves to write science articles 
about how atoms constitute the wraith. 

Admiring wisdom of the wheat-seed sower 
who longs to become the global explorer, 
the young boy critiques stage performances 
that reveal crimes of presidents and kings 
who retire to secret haciendas 
after stealing our precious angel wings. 

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