Flow Of Engine Ghosts

Flow Of Engine Ghosts
© Surazeus
2024 12 01

Though flowers blossom out of ancient books, 
their ghosts become lovable characters 
on late afternoon television shows 
that young children like to watch after school, 
so I drive my car to the grocery store 
where it transforms into the lonely horse. 

When flowers of evil bloom from my corpse 
that floats forever on the River Styx, 
mothers take children to the city park 
where they develop new technologies 
for controlling the flow of engine ghosts 
who escape the circus after midnight. 

Through misdirection of the social joke, 
which challenges the right of criminals 
to take over jobs in the government, 
I pull masks off devils to expose crimes 
they commit while in offices of power 
twisting the state for their own purposes. 

Yet none dare challenge with shy bravery 
the traitor who crowns himself new world king, 
allowing him to trample sacred code 
designed to check monopoly on power 
when thieves grasp keys to the state treasury 
and throw our bill of rights into the fire. 

Ignore clear evidence of their intent 
to establish fascist theocracy 
while attending service in the glass church 
where you pray with feverish intensity 
for second coming of the world messiah 
whose hands drip with blood of the innocent. 

When Buddha emerges with glow of light 
from the time-fractured television tube, 
Jesus wielding Excalibur attacks 
rival deity for the hearts of men 
who race trucks on the highway of contempt 
in holy crusade against Liberty. 

Though roses blossom from the holy book 
that drips with the blood of martyrs and fools, 
I play the happy clown who always weeps 
to find rusting Statue of Liberty 
half buried in the beach of laughing skulls, 
then go home to eat burritos for lunch. 

These harrowing visions of global war 
are nothing but delusions of the mad 
who shake your windows and rattle your walls 
while war refugees dance in waterfalls 
to rebuild the nations destroyed by war 
where Jesus sells faith at the grocery store.