Translate

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Special Magic Car

Special Magic Car
© Surazeus
2025 03 12

Imperfect passion of my potent prayer, 
which stirs vibrations in the silent air, 
inspires my heart to wear mask of Dead God 
entrapped in marble idol on the wall 
whose eyes blow souls of light to seed the world 
with primal trees of anguish for the herald. 

Erecting fertilizing eye through faith 
in patient flutter angel wings express, 
I ponder if my soul is real at all 
since I gestated in the peach-flesh pod, 
and now dig furrows with aggressive plow 
while pausing now and then to wonder how. 

Now drifting from old complicated rules 
that dictate method to exploit mind tools, 
our hearts consume delicious thoughts of hope 
from mutant demon stuck inside pear cake 
while pious worshippers of faceless gods 
pen solemn hymns with quills dipped in my blood. 

Thus I compile proverbs of life success 
in subtle fairy tales of wicked wives 
who quilt eccentric memories of cows 
in long meandering formulas of fate 
to preach redemption at the broken gate 
where songs of freedom count for so much less. 

Diffused from sources lost in dusty halls, 
kept hidden by custodians of our truth, 
shared memory of our history recompiled 
numbs fierce ambitious men to change the world 
with bold consensus of defensive faith 
that disturbs complacent societies. 

Tangible table of my dreaming brain 
preserves edible jokes in psychic code 
never translated yet by the lake horse 
whose spirit multiplies in countless crows 
that gather laughing round my open door 
to sing in harmony with my lyre tune. 

Not one single arrogant king of pride 
will inherit this Earth they claim as theirs 
for they are nothing more than clumps of clay 
strutting their brief hour on stage of false fate, 
since with electric light of shuddered dawn 
they dissipate from divine breath of truth. 

If you would buy this special magic car 
with cryptocurrency from clueless clown, 
that drives itself on the highway to Hell, 
you might lament crashing our ship of state 
with confidence of the Titanic captain 
who breaks America we love too well. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus rides the oversized special magic car in the vast maze of America on vain quest to find the Crown of Thorns that Jesus threw in the sea.

    ReplyDelete