Lost In The Story Maze © Surazeus 2024 02 17 I keep losing my name in the dry grass though I eat the body of God in mass while fog creeps in the silent city streets to hide the old man still counting receipts who alone can hear the heart-broken cry of the starving girl whose mother will die. Another black Ford trundles past the house where the drunk woman waits for her sad spouse to return home on the long midnight train that slithers serpentinely through blue rain while the white raven who knows the star code records my journey on the signless road. The saddest saxophone song on the world that calls for coming of the cosmic herald wraps rope of wisdom around my sore throat though I huddle cold in thin tattered coat while dreaming about mansion on the hill where the movie director steals my quill. The ghost horse in gray rain looks in my heart while I invent the world with new star chart to prove the tyrant on the throne of gold steals back fertile land he already sold when he urges us to storm the Bastille then therapize how we all really feel. After fighting thieves at the lone saloon that shelters travelers from the blood moon, two cowboys on horses with dragon wings ride into the sunset where Aisling sings which inspires the boys in the mountain camp to worship the girl who bears the dream lamp. Tough gangster in fedora and striped suit listens to the flapper girl play the flute then whips out his pistol with sneering grin to show his lover he will always win but silver bullet fired by the blind priest devolves his spirit to the snarling beast. The banker who invests his cash in stocks investigates the mine of shiny rocks with plan to build new railroad coast to coast though even the whores believe not his boast till his wife finds him passed out on the lawn since he wrestled the angel before dawn. I keep finding my name in unsold books that sit proudly on shelves of honest crooks who are loyal to their boss Lucifer long opposed to Governor Jupiter over who owns vale where the cattle graze till they all get lost in the story maze.
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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