Wrong Direction Home

Wrong Direction Home
© Surazeus
2026 02 08

If my emotions leave tracks in the snow 
to misdirect the tyrant from my goal 
then I will journey wrong direction home 
to fool the gang of thieves with perfect signs 
so no cruel bully driven mad by greed 
could ever predict motion of my heart. 

When I review strange journey of my life 
I realize with absolute surprise 
that I left false trail of my broken heart 
for all my loyal followers to find 
that leads them far across the smokeless hills 
where they search everywhere for sparkling rills. 

Beneath gold statue of their long dead god 
I rise with bruised knees of disabled faith 
and pluck ripe lemons from the Tree of Life 
then wander by crystal river of tears 
where Shekinah sits on glorious throne 
with crown of bright diamonds that blind my eyes. 

Flamboyant sunset of exploding eyes 
feathers clouds with glory of devil wings 
so I hug every lonely soul I love 
because they think I am Saturn reborn 
though I prefer to play Phoebus on stage 
while folding wind in pages of the book. 

Though negligence attracts the mumbling ghost 
who tries to play wise counselor for me 
I shun the shining face of Robot God 
to save myself from agony of truth 
when I accept grand prize of global fame 
that crushes weak souls into followers. 

I hold sweet names of flowers in my heart 
to wander home with the delicate dead 
who hail spring beauty of the hungry queen, 
unhindered by huge clouds of glowing eyes 
that gaze with love at trees of stoic grief 
which bleed sweet syrup of arousing pride. 

Each stubbornly hopeful child of the world 
carries basket of herbs on street of gold 
to sit in circle of companionship 
beneath the constellated chandelier 
and share strange story of their wretched life 
contrived by random events outside myth. 

I step in every river more than once 
though material waterdrops of their flow 
exchanges content of conceptual thought 
despite strange wishes of the Glitter Ghost 
who lives unblemished life of languid lust 
since all we know is delusion of hope.