House Of Broken Toys

House Of Broken Toys
© Surazeus
2026 03 17

When Jesus calls me on the telephone 
to borrow my car I stole from his dad 
so he can take Venus to his beach house, 
I climb to the mountain peak of world fame 
and toss Holy Book in the burning bush, 
yet find my mask in house of broken toys. 

When Dionysus meets me in glass church 
to confess his wish to become a monk 
devoted to prayers of self-sacrifice, 
I play electric guitar on lit stage 
and howl mad wolf-song of the fallen god, 
yet find my heart in house of broken toys. 

When Apollo hires me to map dire fate 
depicting networks of utilities 
that provide services to every house, 
I fly airplane to Plutonian hills 
and bomb the stately dome of Xanadu, 
yet find my soul in house of broken toys. 

When Jupiter requests I paint his tower 
with murals that depict scenes of his life 
as chief psychologist of Kingdom Come, 
I take Rapunzel home to Avalon 
where we live in quaint cottage by the lake, 
yet find my mind in house of broken toys. 

When Odin grills burgers in parking lots 
to feed five thousand refugees from war 
who are eager to watch the Super Bowl, 
I play violin in the concert hall 
while Minerva and Phoebus sing the blues, 
yet find my brain in house of broken toys. 

When Jehovah steals industrial plans 
to build new computer-powered starship 
so he can rule the world from Samarkand, 
I compose novels of angst-humored man 
with old typewriter on shifting sand dunes, 
yet find my name in house of broken toys. 

When Achilles dresses as Judy Garland 
and sings Over the Rainbow with brave voice 
that inspires new generation of clowns, 
I repair broken lyre of Mercury 
displayed inside velvet-lined case of glass, 
yet find my skull in house of broken toys. 

When Lucifer campaigns around the world 
to win our votes as President of Earth 
in quest for secret of the Holy Grail, 
I construct new radio from bird bones 
to chat with Melusine in Oregon, 
yet find my ghost in house of broken toys.