Wild Circus Of The Heart

Wild Circus Of The Heart
© Surazeus
2025 01 01

The signless road that no one else can see 
always leads me to where I want to go, 
so I ask Ishtar for the psychic key 
which I adjust to map oneiric flow 
and sail boat of words on river of dreams 
to vale where fruit trees bloom by sparkling streams. 

But now that paradise has long be lost 
beneath urban maze of buildings and roads, 
so I calculate exorbitant cost 
of fake happiness for fairies and toads 
who watch television shows after work 
while shadows hide the homeless where they lurk. 

Nostalgia for the slow-paced village life, 
we lost after centuries of global wars, 
is used by politicians to stoke strife 
between owners and workers of their stores 
by selling visions of the Good Old Daze 
that keeps poor people striving in the haze. 

So I attend wild circus of the heart 
where jesters mock proud businessmen in suits 
while the Beauty Queen pushes apple cart 
because she wants to buy new leather boots, 
but they all died one hundred years ago 
so no one now attends the country show. 

The signless road that leads me everywhere 
changes location every moon-lit night, 
but I can always find Scarborough Fair 
where the girl from the north country holds light 
that shows me where war refugees have fled, 
gathered round the gold Ozymandian head. 

With stoic faces glowing in the dark, 
they gaze at me with piercing eyes of faith 
that have seen weird mystery of the moon lark 
in wild Darien Gap of the eyeless wraith, 
so I give them apples from Tree of Wealth 
which I stole from the God Serpent through stealth. 

Uncanny beauty of the nightingale 
that I still hear in shadow of the Bomb 
entrances me with hope Truth will prevail 
as hungry immigrants sing Shepherd Psalm, 
though Jesus has been dead for far too long 
to respond to aching hope of their song. 

Though numbers change to indicate the year 
our planet spins around the Spirit Sun, 
grim people of Earth overcome their fear 
from shocking revelation of the gun 
to treat each other with honest respect 
while waiting for the Social Architect.