Monday, June 24, 2024

Tower Of Fake Truth

Tower Of Fake Truth
© Surazeus
2024 06 24

I cannot tell the lights in the night sky 
apart from each other, planet or star 
or angel falling wingless through the void 
with endless scream of terror from despair 
at getting cast from paradise of faith 
so I have to create Heaven from Hell. 

I will never confess the pain I feel, 
nor reveal the most intimate details 
of agony that writhes inside my heart 
in futile attempt to explore the self 
that hides in shadows of weird images 
to misdirect attention of your heart. 

When starless night freezes steel cement streets 
with bemused horror of apocalypse, 
I lie in bed and listen to fast trains 
rattle rails all night in maze of brick towers, 
ignoring nuclear missiles in corn fields 
aimed at cities where our enemies plot. 

Walking desolate waste land of strip malls, 
amusement parks, and factories, I break 
green door to Theater of the Absurd 
where Robert Lowell dressed as Jupiter 
makes love with Sylvia Plath dressed as Sibyl 
who prophecies fall of our world empire. 

Lights of passing cars flash in sheets of rain 
that streak rainbow oil down cracked window glass 
while I eat cheeseburger with root beer float, 
and scribble lyrics of my dire folk song 
on torn envelope with evidence files 
for the murder mystery I cannot solve. 

Loud clank of someone bumping metal bin 
and shriek of the black cat that leaps away 
alerts my hypervigilant concern, 
so I chase shadow of the devil through maze 
of dirty back alleys, boots splashing pools 
that gleam red as blood in glare of the moon. 

Tense on edge of the cement river dock, 
the devil in blue suit with silver tie 
faces me with grin of superior snark 
to mock me with the weakness of my heart 
that I care about human beings too much, 
so I fire bullet of justice at pride. 

Reduced to I that hides behind my face, 
I deconstruct world empire state of mind 
based on the grim colonial patriarchy 
my ancestors built with bones of their souls 
to protect paradise with walls of fear, 
while I keep watch in tower of fake truth. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus photographs the abandoned tower of fake truth for his art show at the Museum of Confessional Poetics.

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