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Saturday, July 5, 2025

Rainbow Ghost Of Love

Rainbow Ghost Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 07 05

The laughing door of the numberless house 
cries out about the rainbow ghost of love 
that no one sees in window of the brain 
manipulating mystery of desire 
through frantic beauty of weird harmony 
more tender than hot tension of respect. 

Through concepts that ignite my agency 
so I burn bright as rainbow ghost of love 
I follow Dancing Turtle down the road 
to find the spot of wisdom in this world 
where I can cool ambitious jets of fear 
and float with beauty of the broken heart. 

Relaxed in comfortable armchair at dawn, 
faceless mask lit by rainbow ghost of love, 
I spread aggressive raven wings of truth 
and wheel high through red apocalypse sky 
with fierce careening passion of respect 
for every soul who suffers loneliness. 

When lightning wakes in television screens 
mad children from the rainbow ghost of love 
I shall found my own political party 
so I can name the new empire of wealth 
after the oldest woman in the world 
who laughs while I draw pictures on cave walls. 

Because the old man who fought in the war 
claims to perceive our rainbow ghost of love 
spread out on eagle wings across the sky, 
his daughter commits him to the asylum 
where he teaches everyone how to spell 
prophetic visions for the new world empire. 

Wandering alone in the town garbage dump, 
always searching for rainbow ghost of love, 
last King of Avalon wears plastic crown 
he got at Burger King when he was nine 
to proclaim himself great king of the hill 
where he rules nation of vultures and flies. 

Dressed in white lace gown with rose in her hair, 
young girl who plays the rainbow ghost of love 
sings for money in the fancy nightclub 
to hide her housewife heart of honest faith 
in memory of the old white country church 
where the pastor kissed her when she was twelve. 

Still running faster than the speed of light 
with mask she stole from rainbow ghost of love, 
young star-eyed Sibyl chases the starship 
that slips through flashing portal of lost time 
till she finds me alone by lake of dreams 
with daughter she bore from my broken heart. 



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  1. Orpheus kneels before his young daughter Oster as she watches bees and butterflies gather pollen from lilies of the field.

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