We Share Stories

We Share Stories
© Surazeus
2024 05 09

Inside the constant state of broken bowls, 
milkless for soft crackle of unburnt books, 
not as noticeable as sparrows who break, 
locked doors never opening for blind freaks, 
if asphalt roads flow as hot crayon wax, 
forgotten dreams stuck in the fractured box. 

Arena of production through our cage, 
routine representation on the stage, 
concepts trapped in alphabets of desire, 
wingless angels escape from the world choir, 
gods no more than soul flash on movie screens, 
curious rockets lost on ten thousand moons. 

Paper letters scored in mailbox of time, 
laundry poles stuck in spinning iron core, 
if shepherd king rules from temple of Rome, 
stadium concert where Jesus plays the lyre, 
fight for your right to live in this strange land, 
Death walks city streets with his red right hand. 

Puzzle pieces on round table of power, 
since spiral stairs to Hell wind ever lower, 
we keep key to our prison in our pocket, 
humans time-travel in angel-winged rocket, 
so children assemble our new world view, 
messiah sleuth steps on stage right on cue. 

Reluctant to accept old license to sing, 
untwisting morals spelling right and wrong, 
otherwise invested in truths revealed, 
torn scroll by beeswax of blind angels sealed, 
when guns fall from heaven in rain of faith, 
startled awake by eyes of the god wraith. 

I walk into the square room of round ghosts, 
since songs record horrors of bloody pasts, 
masks of devils replaced by glowing screens, 
cheese omelets bubbling in cooking pans, 
yet horses still gallop on treeless steppes, 
long civil war between gangsters and cops. 

Summer afternoon toast with marmalade, 
uncrowned king drives red car in desert land, 
psychic theology with Mallarme, 
unlaureled bard writes long epic in sand, 
stroll by lake of Windermere with Wordsworth, 
steal arcane code of dreams from Doctor Freud. 

I program matrix of my dreamless mind, 
you watch movies on television screen, 
he sails fishing boat home to Avalon, 
she scatters apple seeds on river shore, 
it flickers with eternal conscious soul, 
we share stories so we understand more.