Green Room Of My Heart

Green Room Of My Heart
© Surazeus
2024 07 26

In the green room of my heart the star brain 
spreads bright galactic wings of cheerful angst. 
Protesting death of children in world war, 
the angel logs out of the multiverse. 
The girl who writes story of her fake life 
draws the joker card in gamble with Death. 

The man who acts opposite of the law 
inserts clocks in the trunks of apple trees. 
When he gains access to the hidden church 
he gives blank books to people on the street. 
Each page of the holy book no one reads 
contains riddle that describes how things are. 

The eyeless jester organizes thoughts 
in columns to count the thing-in-itself. 
He calculates weird fiction of the truth 
to measure wings for gods who never fly. 
She writes her phone number in the gray sand 
so I fly to the moon to find her soul. 

In sixty years of living on this Earth 
I have lived in fifty houses I dreamed. 
I build another house from ocean waves 
so we can prove the theory of desire. 
Though I consider strange new state of mind 
I become more myself every new year. 

The symbol of the sun on the brick wall 
is both the doorway and the door of thought. 
I open the door I create with words 
to walk the signless road of anywhere. 
The doorway of my heart your key unlocks 
will lead us to the world of everywhere. 

I plant four trees on the pyramid plat 
which become columns of the temple hall. 
I fly so fast around the spinning world 
I replicate my body countless times. 
She gives me flower that falls from the moon 
so I become the snowflake of her heart. 

The simple question nobody dares ask 
assumes complexity of xylophones. 
The trees that dance in wind on mountain slopes 
tell tragic stories of our human lives. 
He builds the river boat from dragon bones 
so she can find the tower struck by lightning. 

We make jam from apples, pears, and plums 
that we bought from the lonely serpent queen. 
My desk bleeds from every story I write 
to record the deeds of prophets and kings. 
In the green room of my heart the blind ghost 
pretends to translate songs of thunderstorms.