Literary Swamp Of Truth

Literary Swamp Of Truth
© Surazeus
2026 10 25

My body undulates with grace of change, 
emerging from green slime of solitude 
to dance with laughter on cracked skull of God 
mistaken as foundation stone of fate 
on which priests build religions of regret 
to claim vibe of salvation with false prayer. 

I catch the cannonball of psychic fear 
fired from political mouth of greed 
that reassembles houses of blind souls 
who gather diamonds from angelic graves 
so we can prove our right to eat old books 
dredged from the literary swamp of truth. 

Yet iron frog of wisdom crawls from screen 
of screaming television to adjust 
stark focus of our minds on eyeless clocks 
that tick in breasts of mermaids who recall 
halcyon days in dark Seattle streets 
where twisted jesters cheat naive bank clerks. 

My brother climbs fake pyramid of gold 
to ask the ghost of telephones why fate 
chooses some to be true face of the times 
while others labor in obscurity 
with humble commitment to noble truth 
which tricks their hearts with illusion of fame. 

Still undefeated by bland mockery 
that time hurls at glass faces of sad seers, 
I dare express defiant words to show 
wreck of my life, on highway of concern, 
reveals that spinning wheels fortune designs 
trick sirens to rescue my soul from books. 

Stuck in the literary swamp of truth, 
I pave ten thousand roads between small towns 
where fairies play banjos in grocery stores 
with noble purpose of the iceberg queen 
who fishes sorrow from polluted pools 
till we lean against brick walls without cause. 

If you have nothing better to do now, 
meet me at the book bazar in the park 
so we can tear the ghosts of bitter fools 
from fairy tales of arrogant dismay 
before blind senators can legislate 
how we may use our bodies to know love. 

When old man on the beach of lonely waves 
asks why do we live and why do we die, 
I take two cigarettes out of his hand 
and give him apple that I bought from Eve 
so we can know strange pleasure of the heart 
expanding scope of truth beyond the swamp.