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Saturday, April 18, 2026

Absence Of Auspicious Love

Absence Of Auspicious Love
© Surazeus
2026 04 18

To buy dragon eggs at the grocery store, 
I carry magic box of blinking eyes, 
reluctant to transcend limits of thought 
as if I am the tragic money man 
who always stumbles on the muddy road 
though I stare at the ghost on the front porch. 

To dive in lake of pain before dawn light, 
I watch collapsing century resurge 
with monstrous tenderness of berry jam 
which teaches me importance of dream facts 
to avoid the trap of hiding regret 
for living blasphemously without pride. 

To ransack archives of personal taste, 
I dismiss surprises of history 
smeared with melancholy colors of hope 
which suit my vibrant life style on the town 
when I perform dramatic scenes to prove 
lessons of survival trick me with wealth. 

To relax in burning building of faith, 
I write strange thought formulas on chalk boards 
that describe how flowers explode from brains 
through social ideologies of power 
that divide us into factions of blind greed, 
impersonal as mountains that drink clouds. 

To analyze photographs of blurred ghosts, 
I stand beside the stop sign near the park 
and count how many chances I have missed 
in vain attempts to evade curse of fame 
that dogs my footsteps past the Promised Land 
till I attend inauguration balls. 

To formulate myself as almost real, 
I break into meaningless tomb of fear 
where skeleton of Jesus, cracked by fate, 
crumbles into gold dust of burned-out stars, 
so I stand trembling on the global stage 
and erase heroes from national myths. 

To join my neighbors at the barbecue, 
I untwist proverbs from roots of dead trees 
disguised as telephone lines of contempt 
that beam puzzling riddles to glowing screens 
reflecting faces in masks of dead gods 
whom we perform all day with reticence. 

To try ingenuous mode with bitter guile, 
I measure changing contours of the world 
where priests lead believers in maze of lies 
because in the end every person dies, 
for every fake belief in holy books 
blinds me to absence of auspicious love. 




1 comment:

  1. Orpheus fixes the broken door of the abandoned church by the bankrupt refrigerator factory near the railroad tracks of the small midwestern town where grandson of Jesus runs the gas station.

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