Green Apple Of My Brain

Green Apple Of My Brain
© Surazeus
2024 12 24

Green apple of my brain rots in the dirt, 
unearned luxury of romantic lust 
sprouting tendrils of conceptual insight 
as roots scrounging interior junkyard dreams 
and branches spiraling up at rainbow fear 
through twisted conformity of respect. 

Mutating fetus of ancestral hope 
flops helpless from moist womb of arrogance 
to crawl thirsty across bone-jagged beach 
of blind immortal anguish to sprout wings 
and glide clumsily on celestial breath 
till upright on trembling legs I stand god. 

Ever forward on locomotive limbs 
through progress of excess ambulance, 
I seek thick fruit of rancid honesty 
dripping from tangled limbs of reverence 
to consume material angst of fierce faith 
that fuels ambition of my dominance. 

Seeking to access interior cognition, 
I squirm through writhing tunnels of regret 
with intense attention of focused passion 
to assemble fragments of fractured facts 
in slow-shifting puzzle of pulsing shapes 
till I perceive wind-blown tree on the hill. 

Alone as rain-smooth rock on lush hillcrest, 
I am new-born soul from womb of the sea, 
dizzy with breath of inherent conception 
enclosed within bounds of conscious perception, 
so I express hum of cosmic vibration 
to herald ascension of human power. 

We four-limb creatures who rise from the sea, 
crawling up rivers to emerge from lakes, 
swarm vast forests of trees on mountain ranges, 
howling with laughter as we swing on vines 
while eating grapes and apples of the sun 
whose beams of light animate our god-souls. 

We gather in sea caves of gloomy shelter 
and dance around the ancient dinosaur, 
singing to imitate her anguished wail, 
energized by vision her eyes express 
of timeless passion dancing in wild waves 
around tall black monolith of the stars. 

When Adam and Eve find Garden of Eden 
by sparkling river in Almaty Mountains, 
Eve snatches thin neck of the writhing serpent 
then Adam crushes its head with his heel, 
so they collect green apples of my brain 
and sell them in the bustling market town.