Target Of The Lonely Word

Target Of The Lonely Word
© Surazeus
2025 06 28

I eat the fruit of my labor with angst 
to understand why beauty of my heart 
gleams bright as target of the lonely word 
deployed as weapon of mass disrespect 
to translate laughter of water to jokes 
that vanquish light of liberty at dawn. 

I leave my clean skull on the other side 
where tree branches imitate network of words 
bound by molecular structure of thought 
that forms liquid base for statue of fruit 
reflecting how we die from fulgent shame 
that blinds fools with imprint of safe triumph. 

Illusion of safety digests my brain 
with pickled brine of arrogant concern 
for empty stomach of the angry ghost 
who fails to remember when he was born 
from cracked library door of afternoon 
too soon to disparage unwelcome spells. 

Since we are never meant to survive life 
we stand together around blazing fires 
and speak about the trauma we all share 
that bonds our hearts with strong communal faith 
so we can storm gates of Heaven at dawn 
with righteous demands for electric hearts. 

Inflexion of tree ghosts who search for lies 
to eat that fuel grim engine of desire 
hopes ardor scatters time from atmospheres 
of twirling books that float on raven wings 
in hope that butterflies of flowing clocks 
might share state formulas for soul rebirth. 

Unnecessary tablets of false lore 
lament stark weight of memorized grandeur 
contrived from grammar of the noble bridge 
where Death waits patiently for every soul 
whose flame of life escapes to long-dead stars 
dedicated to protect faceless gods. 

Restricted rites for monuments of fools 
work back to bankrolled madrigals of flight 
that measure endless spinning of this world 
conformed from light of spiral galaxies 
by asking how we paint blood on road signs 
when humble fishermen overthrow kings. 

Instead of demanding computer brains 
we praise wise Hymen of the bridal veil 
with brutal epithalamion for maid 
who steals false stories from my bleeding tongue 
and writes them with typewriter of respect 
to conceal target of the lonely word.