Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Maze Of Howling Gods

Maze Of Howling Gods
© Surazeus
2025 07 01

Each time he dies in another car crash 
he jumps into the portal of his mind 
to time-travel back to before he turned 
the wrong way down the maze of howling gods 
where he goes searching for the lotus pond 
to sell delusions of the empty soul. 

After escaping from vast maze of streets 
by sidestepping slanted cathedral rays, 
he wanders in the woods of singing trees 
to find the creek monster with rainbow eyes 
who always seems to know the way he feels 
while staring in silver water of fate. 

Standing in tall grass by the silver pond, 
he stares at the white house across the field 
beneath the roiling clouds of black despair 
where ghost of his mother bakes apple pies, 
so he wakes in cold water of regret 
to baptize his soul in laughter of truth. 

The distant point of light that is the sun, 
which shimmers through thin veil of eerie mist, 
casts sword of fire across the silver bay 
where he sits in the boat his father built 
and ponders how to find the Holy Grail 
beyond the far horizon of his mind. 

Born again as nameless baby of hope 
after each car crash on highway of greed, 
he gets work as nature photographer 
who captures image of the white egret 
as she snags rainbow-colored pingo fish 
that wriggles to escape the jaws of death. 

Despite bold confidence of the dark sky, 
he sails frail boat of doctrine on cruel waves 
across electric absence of respect 
to find footsteps of children in beach sand 
where feathers hide their laughter of weird joy 
in silted shadows of languid desire. 

Pungent scent of apples fallen in tall grass 
remind him of the stink of bubbling gas 
that drags fake prayers of futile urgency 
across hot asphalt punctured by grim pride 
contained in blueberries of twilit grief 
through twisted agony of nothingness. 

Since lilies bloom in blameless harmony 
that blends toxins of perfumed ecstasy 
in bonding chain of petals forged by faith, 
he drinks intoxicating worship of the crowd 
while shouting spells of fabled prophecies 
to express heretical gift of words. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus photographs the egret eating the rainbow-colored fish, then walks toward the house across the field that never explodes from false hope.

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