Domestic Disquietude

Domestic Disquietude
© Surazeus
2025 05 06

Down the long eerie tunnel of the heart, 
arched brick walls dripping tears of her dead friends, 
Marie walks toward green glowing light of hope 
in cheerful forest where the wood thrush sings 
the most cheerful melodies of weird joy 
that wake her domestic disquietude. 

Household gods her ancestors left behind, 
half-carved idols of faceless stone, wait mute 
in small timeless house of rotting pine wood 
for her to return from the signless road 
and leave her sorrows in the broken drawers 
where no one can find her dead butterflies. 

Clean house of her heart where she hides her dreams 
sings about the pain of hope she denies 
by sewing dresses for the never-born 
who play on the lawn by the empty street 
to bury dead sparrows of grief with tulips 
from which she drinks bitter tears of desire. 

Each time she conjures twisted alphabets 
to describe domestic disquietude, 
Marie feels ghost of her body transfer 
electric atoms weaving us as one 
to flash inside the television screen 
where ghosts reflect the sorrows of her life. 

Sharp knives of her words she tries not to speak 
reshape the narrative of social games 
when they appear all over her clean house 
with secret longing to extract from silence 
thoughts of truth that her bitter love translates 
from screams of rage to sad beautiful songs. 

Metallic smell of frazzled power cords 
sparks expectation of domestic bliss 
to resist compulsion for eating portraits 
of dead ancestors melting down white walls 
with candle wax of visionary wisdom 
though scissors dissolve into winter snow. 

Our bodies are the gate for Mind of God 
to enter constricted boundaries of time 
so we can generate from fractured dreams 
conceptual mask of social attitudes 
when we perform new role our hearts compose 
to swim against flooding tides of unchange. 

When silence becomes faces of strange people 
who ask about fruit falling from the sky, 
we accept lesson of the burning boat 
by leaving behind homeland of cruel disdain 
and building new home on the river shore 
where our children are mermaids who escape.