Vote On Election Day

Vote On Election Day
© Surazeus
2026 03 31

When I find secret land of Xanadu 
hidden in misty mountain vale of peace 
I will sing to the blue moon of respect 
so screaming voices on the radio 
vanish into silent ache of faith 
because I like to flirt with Death at dawn. 

Because he is still waiting for Godot, 
the old man, who sits all day on the bench 
in front of city hall, steals my fake name, 
so I write it down in book of lost tales 
when I visit museum of dead gods 
whose skeletons dance around the North Pole. 

When Godot arrives at the restaurant, 
he introduces me to his new bride 
named Saengdao, which means Starlight, he explains, 
but she takes me sailing on her glass yacht 
to Kharg Island in the Gulf of Hormuz 
where she films her new folk-rap video. 

When I try to vote on election day 
the old man questions whether I exist, 
so I disappear in a puff of smoke, 
then drift without wings, humming lullabies 
about death, over Yosemite Park 
where Shakambari tends vegetable gardens. 

Inscrutable spell of her recipe 
for magic potion that heals harsh headaches 
combines mental spice of spiraling words 
with apricot cider of providence 
which questions privilege of ownership 
exposed by counter-oracles of truth. 

While photographing young couples in love 
who stroll the river walk in evening light, 
Phrixus leans against the brass balustrade 
and stares with sorrow at the silver sheen 
that flickers with elusive Runes of fate, 
then mounts gold ram and flies into the clouds. 

Engaged with program to destabilize 
global patriarchy through language keys, 
Phrixus meets Godot in the crumbling church 
where they discuss projects of bitter wealth 
based on artificial intelligence 
which hallucinates that Jesus returns. 

Logic of random landscapes motivates 
moral mission to organize networks 
of neutral monsters with house mortgages 
who load trucks with boxes of stolen dreams 
through humble technique of successful ploy 
upgrading unique spectrum of toy brains. 

When he buys carrots of syntactic virus 
from Shakambari by the broken gate, 
Godot suddenly understands the joke 
about the raven and the writing desk 
Phrixus told him at the amusement park 
while they were eating hotdogs of despair.