Brain Without Jingling Keys

Brain Without Jingling Keys
© Surazeus
2025 07 08

Though we have lived on Earth for many years, 
slow butterflies who listen to our songs 
give us strange but beautiful things we need, 
so we build power plants in naked woods 
to calculate why some people gain fame 
and others disappear without their name. 

When he returns home with seventeen eyes 
that see faceless ghosts no one else can see, 
he stands on stage with book of withered leaves 
at the general conference meeting of angels 
and preaches salvation of polished mirrors 
that swallow airplanes into swirling clouds. 

Ten million apple trees of arrogance 
grow down the middle of ten thousand roads, 
because the ballerina without wings 
transforms into glass television swan 
so we forget the mental genocide 
that happens in ever-vanishing lands. 

Delirious with conceptual faith in God, 
the oldest woman in the world explains 
how turtles represent the human soul 
with charcoal mouth that wants to kiss the sky 
while outside window of the doorless house 
we search for shards of our world view in grass. 

Disinfected brain without jingling keys 
drifts over country meadow of cracked skulls 
above sun-freckled farmer of the mind 
who cleans the dirty window of contempt 
to fertilize the land with rancid lies 
too loyal to the king who never dies. 

Inside the empty framework of world truth 
we play our roles in theater of fear 
to worship with excessive honesty 
Blind Locksmith born in lush strawberry field 
despite his old man stealing eyes of cats 
to prove he plays piano without skill. 

Seen drifting slow along metallic paths, 
made wild by pure indifference of time, 
she asks the shepherd why angels must die, 
but he teaches her formulas of math 
for calculating effect of fake prayers 
before she buys redemption from the skull. 

Spurred elements of agonizing now 
retrieve true meaning of life from weird spells 
children chant inside garden walls of fear 
because they must leave everything behind 
when they ride the orphan train to Utah 
where faith is bound in tight semantic knots.