Blithely Down The Street

Blithely Down The Street
© Surazeus
2025 10 28

I want to wander blithely down the street 
past people whose names I will never know, 
for I will never see when they were born, 
nor will I see them die and turn to dust, 
so every person I meet in the maze 
is the beautiful ghost glowing in mist. 

Awake in conclave of maples at dawn, 
I tend the crackling fire in ring of stones 
while horses trace with humble tails of hope 
love-guilty roads invested with dark vibes 
from words etched jaggedly on sublime trunks 
too expensive for the poor to buy peace. 

Acquainted with mad passion of the mind, 
smeared sweet with honey rainbow lies of fate, 
I paint errant visions on window glass 
to map strict education in cracked moons 
out of proportion to pictures of gods 
depicting nothing we keep for ourselves. 

Normal perversions twisting chocolate cakes 
expose Medusa eating sausages 
beneath wind-fluttered willow leaves of faith 
to prove that wishful thinking deceives hearts 
with wordless feelings if displaced respect 
soon rises from deep ocean of dead gods. 

No peaceful period of butterflies bears 
subtraction of faith from thunderous thoughts 
better than hour our glorious empire falls 
from plain incompetence of selfish greed, 
so we attend picnics in the state park 
regardless of who steals more from our hearts. 

Collective presence of registered gods 
feels different from that time of broken clocks 
when mothers mold their children from fake words 
by teaching them to transform wretched stones 
to screws Hephaestus forges from god bones 
till light translates lake of dreams to eyes. 

Suspicious nature of our naive hearts 
concords alliance with dismissive kings 
through misunderstanding of native songs 
ratified with tenuous concepts of faith 
reflecting self we choose to confiscate 
when nourishing togetherness in death. 

Askance perception of variant facts, 
superimposed by divine relevance, 
ensures generic threads of ardent time 
contrived from chaos of orderly hope 
that multiplies our bodies from dry dirt 
which leaves me stumbling blindly down the street.