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Monday, January 27, 2025

War-Rubbled Road

War-Rubbled Road
© Surazeus
2025 01 27

Through readjustment of the homeward sign 
the crow from fractured television screen 
soars laughing over maze of crowded streets 
to scatter demon seeds as psychic baits 
that trap conceptual minds in Wonderland 
for which cruel Cinderella is so fond. 

"Sit down with me on park bench of despair 
and let me pluck crow feathers from your hair 
while I tell story of the fallen god 
who was famous till exposed as the fraud 
for scamming people of money and dreams 
by casting sweet erotic spells of seems." 

Except for migrants on war-rubbled road 
who wander waste land of the mocking toad 
we drive to work each day to do the thing 
that keeps us bound with psychedelic ring 
to bull economy of our great state 
because nobody can escape their fate. 

Whacking the raven on its fragile head, 
Cinderella wonders if God is dead, 
because nobody ever answers prayers 
despite her analysis of deep layers 
composing matrix of the human brain 
that programs memories of the shrieking train. 

Clutching her head as she rocks on the lawn, 
Cinderella wonders why it is dawn 
thirteen thousand years after she was born 
so she chomps with hunger on bitter corn 
and shouts at shadows hiding in the bank 
who refuse to pay after her yacht sank. 

Twisted by confusing government rules 
which create prisons out of public schools, 
Cinderella rides white horse of false pride 
to parade down empty streets where ghosts hide 
in books that run with foxes in the woods 
to record events in poor neighborhoods. 

Because nothing in world of images 
is like anything in dreams of hostages, 
Cinderella calls Jesus on the phone 
but he tells her he wants to be alone, 
so she rides the merry-go-round in tears 
to explore the world for ten thousand years. 

Though chimes of freedom ring across the land 
at sudden strike of the divine god-hand, 
Cinderella extends umbrella heart 
to shelter people getting torn apart, 
but millions of the disenfranchised cry 
as bloody tears flow from her wounded eye. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus walks with migrants on the war-rubbled road to find the Promised Land seen in happy television shows of the apocalypse.

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