Church Of The Fisherman

Church Of The Fisherman
© Surazeus
2024 06 25

Although my heart is the lightbulb of faith 
we think we are but laughter of the sea 
so someone on the street corner decides 
to paint the face of the goddess of love 
with blood of pears on glass door of the bank 
because we overhear what the ghost says. 

The red car that cannot control the sky 
gives tattered paperback novels of crime 
to poor people always standing in line 
to ask for currants from the fisher king 
who hides, in air-conditioned office, time 
that falls in snowflakes from the mask of death. 

Worshipped by agents of the mystery cult, 
gray-stone idol of Janus rides the swan 
in solemn pageant on the boulevard 
where thousands of nameless princesses died 
while waiting for the turtle god to laugh 
as the handless king plays the mandolin. 

This music creeps by me on water flash 
with symbolic value of the sea change 
my heart undergoes with exploding words 
that helps me glimpse another better world 
not debased by doctrine of the mad fool 
who climbs telephone poles to steal our dreams. 

When I enter church of the fisherman 
I hear riddles in what the thunder says 
to translate murmur of the evening mist 
to maternal lamentation for how 
our souls vanish in ether of the mind 
beneath the burning tower of the saint. 

I will marry the Lady of the Rocks 
who gives plates of food to the homeless souls 
dwelling in subway tunnels underground 
where Persephone gives them telephones 
so they can call God in the afternoon 
when the drowned Phoenician sailor drives home. 

To find deserted cabin on the beach 
that shines white with ancestral theme of faith 
I follow darting sparrow from my tomb, 
intent on learning how the seasons change 
when cold wind chills the water-sparkling sand 
in empty darkness of the pulsing brain. 

Though whiteness grows more vivid on the wall 
where travelers write their true names with blood 
I cherish solitude of signless roads 
that lead forever onward to the past 
through revolutions when all monarchs fall 
with my hand pointing to the labyrinth.