Wednesday, November 5, 2025

Barbaric Boulevard Of Fame

Barbaric Boulevard Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 05

If memories of my messy random life 
mislead my heart with glow of paradise 
suffusing landscapes of my long-lost past, 
then I accept with brave alacrity 
that what I want to remember with joy 
must be truer than strange sadness I feel. 

I spend each period of my random life 
in far different places across the land 
where patterns of fate are scattered about 
in disjointed fragments of anxious hope 
so I must invent with haphazard code 
narrative of progress that contrives sense. 

Sunlight gleams through pines on enormous hills 
ranged around sleeping volcano of fate 
to fill round church with bright angelic wings 
when I consider possibility 
that God seeks salvation through my respect 
to become conscious in visions of my brain. 

Wind swirls sand along black asphalt highway 
that leads east away from the Promised Land 
while I strum strings on guitar at my breast 
and improvise epic tale in tense verse 
about the common man who wanders lost 
with no mission to save his state from greed. 

To analyze weird crisis of my heart 
outside mental frame of social context 
designed to organize random events, 
I chant electric hymns of faceless gods 
by lonely fountain near the storm-wild sea 
till my sorrows transform into black swans. 

Every person I meet in every town 
as I hitchhike east sea to shining sea 
fades into faceless ghost of somewhere else 
whose absence haunts my endless morning hours 
when I watch deer graze on front lawn of flowers 
because I wear no face that I can see. 

I wear ring of demonic energy 
to transform my limited form of self 
to imitate shape of every conscious being 
who has ever lived on this spinning globe 
so I understand how every soul feels 
driven by urge to procreate more souls. 

Yet still I wander in vast maze of myths 
where idols of humans transformed to gods 
line long barbaric boulevard of fame 
and ask if man will worship them again 
till I transform into statue of stone 
to stare forever at the bleeding sun. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus explains to psychology students at the University of Zarathia that Victor Frankenstein is a father who becomes disappointed that his socially rebellious son fails to live up to his high expectations.

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