Monday, July 15, 2024

Lonely Ghost Of Europa

Lonely Ghost Of Europa
© Surazeus
2024 07 15

Gritty sand of the manic-spiraled hour 
congeals wordless sorrow into the lemon 
that spits bitter juice of love in my heart 
when I dare eat thoughts hidden in your mind 
so we can measure length of days and nights 
binding our bodies in children we dream. 

Cows that provide hamburgers and milkshakes 
can only be seen from side of the road 
beyond the barbed-wire fence of paradise 
as we drive by on our journey through Hell 
since we never park and call out their names 
when the lonely ghost of Europa smiles. 

Since birds refuse to be light thoughts of trees 
I will glue their feathers in breathless wings 
so I can wear the red cape of my heart 
when I soar laughing through branches of leaves 
that tell me legends of tyrants and kings 
who bluster on stage of time till Death strikes. 

After living with the wolf twenty years, 
when I read glowing books on the cave wall, 
I wrap his fur around my fragile form 
and issue challenge to the castle king 
who is nothing more than some weak old man 
trapped inside cold cage of his shining armor. 

Though I have wandered wild woods of the world 
one million years to find egg of the dragon, 
I emerge from their shadow of mute fear, 
singing about how honey bees nurture life, 
alone with bow and arrows of my faith 
to bring diamond of truth to the blind girl. 

Yet little cock with feathers of desire 
crows loud as the nuclear bomb of cruel greed 
that rearranges faces of the gods 
who dance in court of Olympus with joy 
when Jupiter casts Pluto into Hades 
after his devils try to storm halls of Heaven. 

Wandering empty streets of cities at night, 
I cry for truth in ancient languages 
that only the sea and the moon remember, 
so they give me the stone old as the Earth 
that glitters with first flash of the big bang 
when I crack it open to search for God. 

This is the moment when I am most real 
as I perfect the way I shape my mind 
with words that flash in swirls of ocean waves 
so I become the Me my dreams design 
from living millions of lives over time 
since I am Earth alive in human form. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus brings hamburger and milkshake to the lonely ghost of Europa who wanders lost in Idaho.

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