Drama Of My Clumsy Life

Drama Of My Clumsy Life
© Surazeus
2026 10 11

Evicted from weird drama of my life, 
by eyeless angels dancing on my head, 
I wander land of lakes to learn of dread 
as cloud of breath that drifts against the wind 
on endless journey with my mental twin 
who wonders if I might be wolf or lamb. 

I write my destiny on ocean waves 
with fractured wing bone of the wounded god 
to translate buzz of honeybees to words 
that children shout while they play hide and seek 
in vast museum of the doubtful truth, 
embodied by old wagon of our faith. 

By chanting words that ravens teach my heart, 
I transform seven stones to seven loaves 
that angels sell to widows at the church 
who scream with laughter in the perfumed air 
which poisons minds of lonely wanderers 
who leave their sorrows by rain-worn tombstones. 

Exhausted from spinning threads of dire fate 
from tangled destinies of villagers, 
I step outside in darkness of the night 
to see the red-eyed fox of certitude 
protecting my garden from hungry rats 
that gnaw at electric wires of respect. 

Because she knows the bottom of dark time, 
where roots of fruit trees curl in search for tears, 
brave Sylvia gives me voice of nothingness 
by which I dispel huge shadow of love 
that gallops with impetuous honesty 
since we suffer atrocity of dawns. 

Heart bathed in scathing radiance of the moon, 
I swell as fraught inhabitance of love, 
though terrified by innocence of hope 
that hovers low with vast malignity 
above my garden tangled with dream thoughts 
which petrifies my will through solitude. 

Still bearing Lamp of Reason in my hand, 
I search for cemetery of great gods 
whose spirits rot in brains of living souls 
who howl with desultory prayers of faith 
as stasis in blue darkness of my heart 
till I become swift arrow of desire. 

Reborn as Ariel from hard words of fear, 
soul incubated quick by swirls of blood, 
I rewrite drama of my clumsy life 
with brave conviction of substanceless faith 
because my angel wings were never real, 
illusions beaming from my spiral eyes.