Bills Of Righteous Greed

Bills Of Righteous Greed
© Surazeus
2026 10 29

If I am shadow of thought in your mouth, 
flowing in and out on forbidden wings 
to modulate terror unbinding fate, 
I might choose to dismiss obsessive hope 
that we may shape our commonality 
with pattern of assertive nonchalance. 

Strange letters in the mailbox of my heart 
present excessive bills of righteous greed 
disguised as sentimental anecdotes 
designed to prove faith can overcome fear, 
which liberates our spirits from our brains 
based on new theory of the wounded ghost. 

To wax enthusiastic about death, 
that follows us all the days of our lives, 
I map diaspora of our noble clan 
dispersed by war into the Neitherlands 
where wanderers follow the Tanglefoot 
who seems to know the way to Wonderland. 

Unscathed theme of problematic concern, 
on which we base fake courage of the fool, 
presents alternatives to loyal faith 
through momentary freshness in the air 
since sunshine always prevails in the end 
before we have the chance to calculate. 

Stuck on our return journey to the garden, 
where plangent chants of sorrowful belief 
teach us to breathe dislodged attentiveness, 
we study contrast between truth and lies 
embodied by the cake of holy days 
we celebrate with clandestine despair. 

Locked up inside unframed window of truth 
by absoluteness of the river boat, 
I edit memories of my childhood 
to taint their sorrows with embittered joy 
by which I stitch the obvious wilderness 
with new system of values death defines. 

Irascible with courage of the hero 
dedicated to achieve peace on Earth, 
I legalize my monstrous appetites 
with laundered puzzles of soul ambiance 
funded by institutions that demand 
obeisance to unwritten laws of right. 

Though strangeness of this world is marvelous 
with aromatic vapor of the heart, 
deodorized by fraught religious faith 
in glamorous lie of the afterlife, 
I ask the stranger in the maze of shops 
if they have heard the good news about death.