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Thursday, September 24, 2026

Smiles Of Fractured Fantasy

Smiles Of Fractured Fantasy
© Surazeus
2026 09 24

Startled by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that strangers in the crowded streets of time 
beam at my heart with stark intensity, 
I ride ghost horse of swift perplexity 
to find the mad king on the windy plain 
who eats grass from cracked television screens. 

Unnerved by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that devils dancing in cathedral halls 
disguise as hunger to deceive my heart, 
I wear mask Phoebus lost on road of eggs 
to raise grand army of ten thousand sons 
who build empire from sea to shining sea. 

Distressed by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that angels screaming on huge hill of skulls 
forge from star stones that smash temples of gods, 
I transform from angel to iron man 
and soar to mountains of exploding plums 
where Adam and Eve laugh in soaking rain. 

Annoyed by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that pastors tearing dreams from holy books 
plaster on crumbling walls of paradise, 
I play messiah on the tragic stage 
to save Rapunzel from the beauty pageant 
so she can work as nurse in bombed-out towns. 

Surprised by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that vampires banging pianos of glass 
employ to trick brave farmers in the dell, 
I balance oscillation of despair 
with frantic ecstasy of weird insight 
on quest to challenge Death to game of chess. 

Dismayed by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that zombies whispering prayers to Father God 
wear to conceal lust for psychotic brains, 
I find safe shelter in haven of tales 
where fairies teach my children how to sing 
dark spells that conjure angels from my heart. 

Alarmed by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that painters smearing ghosts on factory walls 
present as answers to ills of our world, 
I wander vast halls of computer banks 
with lantern of lost hope Jesus sold me 
to woo Shepherdess with sincerity. 

Amused by smiles of fractured fantasy, 
that nurses healing wounded hearts with truth 
paste on our faces with fake dollar bills, 
I sing about these dark times we endure 
because this universe of glowing light 
remains indifferent to our suffering. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sells masks with smiles of fractured fantasy from his small booth in the market that surrounds the ziggurat where Samshin rules over the market of ideas.

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