Mad Prophet Clown

Mad Prophet Clown
© Surazeus
2024 06 20

Mad prophet clown born in the cabbage patch 
grasps serpents from dream well where Odin drowns 
and twists them into modern alphabet 
that singers scream with electric guitars 
which shake steel-girdered walls of Jericho 
so angels can escape from paradise. 

Mad prophet clown who constructs from his tongue 
tower of anger to control the sky 
steals cell phone of God from the burning bush 
to rule lacustrine cities of despair 
which grow from loathing of the horrible, 
designed by angelic wings of the swan. 

Mad prophet clown on television screen 
gives us all New Idea of the Self 
based on ascending emptiness of light 
that flashes green as go, and red as stop, 
for us who race down the highway to Hell 
where Charon sleeps in the boat of lost souls. 

Mad prophet clown draws all-inclusive plans 
for arrogant children of Liberty 
who search bleak waste land for weird book of jokes 
which teach salvation of the ocean breeze 
though we wander stuck in the past we paint 
for private project of the patriarch. 

Mad prophet clown stuck in the nursing home 
gives seedless eyes to Bacchus on his mule 
to study logic of kaleidoscopes 
so we can build new monument to grace 
that throws our disappointment in the trash 
where it fractures into rainbow of tears. 

Mad prophet clown maps city of the mind 
where no buildings entomb our naked souls 
like London, Paris, or Byzantium 
that gleam under fog of cold winter noon, 
our unreal city where King Midas rules 
as fake messiah of the new world order. 

Mad prophet clown born in the violent sea 
assembles symbols of the broken world 
in global puzzle of the crazy king 
who shines as beacon for wise sentinels 
running to the past that never arrives 
which invents causality we evade. 

Mad prophet clown sitting in the rowboat 
sails across the open field of singing skulls 
beyond narrative possibilities 
based on our painful childhood memories, 
then rides steam train to Nantahala Gorge 
where Madame Sosostris rewrites our fate.