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.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Monday, June 24, 2024
Tower Of Fake Truth
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Orpheus photographs the abandoned tower of fake truth for his art show at the Museum of Confessional Poetics.
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