Glamorous Country Of Love © Surazeus 2024 10 09 Embossed with silvery images of wings, my soul grows in gloom of the theater, inspired by story of the anti-hero to explore the glamorous country of love where children of the windy hills rebel against their parents in the tower of glass. Grown old and half-blind as the vampire bat, I sit in front of my computer screen that evolved from my television set to watch long epic history of the world recorded in movies by camera bards while grifters fight over who rules the Earth. Yet I strut down the busy avenue past construction workers and cafe cooks to my art studio on the seventh floor of the abandoned clothing factory where I splatter paint on large canvases to sell for thousands in art galleries. Another jetplane screams across the sky from Manhattan to London in eight hours, eastward across the wild Atlantic main where my ancestors sailed west in wood ships to escape tyranny of the mad king whose ghost now haunts streets of America. When Lady Lazarus rises from the dead from kiss of Prince Charming in misty woods, assembled by blind Doctor Frankenstein as bride for Saint George, grand Slayer of Worms, she swirls her long red hair as angel wings and eats my spirit with her honeyed lips. Pink tulips blossom from her lonely grave where witches gather every full-moon night to open books releasing butterflies which form ghostly shadow of Ariel when she appears in beams of silver light to bless our hearts with anguish of true love. So crowds of people all across the land gather to cheer when Godiva arrives on white unicorn of the public will to drive the dictator from the White House and reign with justice in the Holy Land, protecting Rapunzel from lecherous Mars. Soft cries of children from their rubbled homes resemble sad song of the nightingale that echoes in date groves of Palestine before the second coming of the Lord who steals fake crowns from dictators and clowns which he displays in Museum of Faith.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus eats lunch with Frank O'Hara and Sylvia Plath at La Caravelle.
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