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Thursday, May 1, 2025

Alligator Of Ambition

Alligator Of Ambition
© Surazeus
2025 05 01

If the indifferent butterfly of chaos 
remembers riddle of the secret name 
my mother invented from scattered stones, 
then I can gather apples of the mind 
from lonely grandmother tree by the lake 
who teaches me how to discern the fake. 

Yet pretty horses of the Renaissance 
tell cute jokes about me behind my back 
so I spread cape of Mithras to the wind 
and surf on alligator of ambition 
to chase the Holy Ghost to halls of Heaven 
where she grills hamburger for me to eat. 

Two boys, who are the sons of rival sisters, 
leave the river village to join the army, 
and one returns a mutilated corpse 
while the other returns on a white horse 
as the general who conquers the whole land 
and crowns himself the King of Everywhere. 

Though watchers in wheat fields disturb the sun 
with angry rain from the storm-breeding seas, 
the sky unfolds as banner of wild flame 
that guides the refugees from brutal wars 
to invade valley of the singing skull 
where old people sell loaves of loneliness. 

Descended from son of the Teuton king 
who threw his broken sword into the lake, 
the boy, who pretends he is the fierce wolf, 
gives ring of his mother to the sad girl 
who waits in the carriage with broken wheels, 
so she runs away with him to the moon. 

Since I am son of the blonde Gothic girl 
and the black-haired Hun on the wind-winged horse, 
I declare myself king of the whole world, 
then beat everyone who laughs in my face 
till they give me their sisters as my wives 
then burn down my feasting hall at midnight. 

After they all vote for the narcissist 
whose face overshadows ghost of their souls 
in the fractured mirror of world events, 
we scatter chess pieces across the sand 
because Death will always win game of life, 
then eat apple pie as the sun burns out. 

The shrieking whistle of the passing train 
fades into sunset of the movie screen, 
so I dream how the world changes the rules 
to restore the Roman Empire today 
from Europe, Russia, and America 
forged by the shining son of Taranis. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury in the court of Taranis as the presidents of all the countries in the world assemble to feast at his coronation as Emperor of Earth.

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