Foggy Ruins Of Time

Foggy Ruins Of Time
© Surazeus
2025 12 04

Half awake in foggy ruins of time, 
I asks the faceless ghosts of anyone 
if they recall the hour Icarus fell, 
but they keep giving me feathers of crows 
so I glue them on the hand-glider frame 
which sits neglected in my fenced back yard. 

Mapping fate in foggy ruins of time, 
I wander endless maze of unlocked doors 
to learn why no one recognizes me 
because I am the lost prince of the isle, 
so I climb stairs to grand cathedral hall 
where my future wife never sees my face. 

Not alert in foggy ruins of time, 
I write curving letters in the blank book 
which smear and dissolve in drops of green rain 
that shimmer with the hum of motor cars 
whose tires sing on wet asphalt of false hope 
while I become the moon above the sea. 

Casting spells in foggy ruins of time, 
I sing long epic tales of angry fools 
who fight for glory of their land in vain 
then drive across vast plains in rusty cars 
to dance with hippies on wild golden hills 
with flowers of the devil in their hair. 

Still surprised in foggy ruins of time, 
I tell the woman with three eyes of ice 
that I recall the hour Lucifer fell, 
but she takes plastic coins of private wealth 
from every pocket in my stained trench coat 
to buy sacred books of religious faith. 

Shouting lies in foggy ruins of time, 
I challenge Goliath with brave contempt 
to another television debate 
as we run for President of the Earth 
but he transforms into the Buddha Toad 
so I hitchhike back home to Oregon. 

Long restless in foggy ruins of time, 
I work for forty years as the bank clerk 
who steals one penny from each bank account 
till I escape with ninety billion bucks 
to reconstruct castle of Avalon 
where I crown Artemis queen of my heart. 

Building homes in foggy ruins of time, 
I lead lost refugees from civil wars 
on endless Trail of Tears to Neverland 
where everyone becomes the movie star 
performing in Land of Arcadia 
as they follow the blind tambourine man.