Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Tall Tree Of Ignorance

Tall Tree Of Ignorance
© Surazeus
2026 11 04

My feelings are no mountains of the moon, 
yet rivers swell from earnest praise of stones 
who hide opinions of angelic clown 
too hungry for unbaked bread of surprise 
because all houses on the country road 
burn from strange laughter of sad pyramids. 

House of my body stretches wings of hope 
so I can fly above vast town of graves 
where mothers gripping bayonets of faith 
make talismans for children without eyes 
who steal jobs in the county government 
by getting tattoos of uncertain gods. 

Words burst from perfect eggs of solitude 
to track quick revolution of our globe 
around three suns of happy carnivals 
where elves hold weddings always at midnight 
for twenty centuries of rocking cradles 
despite how often halls of fate collapse. 

Though we hold hands with loyalty of fear 
to gather plums in rockets of contempt, 
we cross old covered bridges every dawn 
where leaves of spirits flutter in cold breeze, 
so we pause in mid-flurry of shocked truth 
to take cute selfie of our twisted souls. 

So when blonde girl in yellow dress of pride 
gives me old record-player made of glass, 
we sit together on broken stone wall, 
pretending we still live in paradise 
where everyone operates their own store 
along the river boulevard of fate. 

Still wearing dress her mother sewed from rage, 
she plays atonal melodies of faith 
on glass piano forged from meteor tears, 
awake with thrilling ecstasy of love 
that no one else but us can understand 
as secret we share in the crowded church. 

Soft steps of urgent innocence extend 
harsh laughter of the weeping telephone 
clutched by last angel of forever now 
whom darkness fleshes real from ocean sand 
as truth contained in letters never read 
by sad old woman in the rocking chair. 

My name means wind of elegant respect 
exposes joy in foul grave of my heart 
at sudden jazz of cars on highway bridge 
that glisten gold in anguish of night rain 
though we return to paradise we lost 
and hide behind tall Tree of Ignorance. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus cuts pictures from fashion magazines and arranges them in clever collages of socialized images that expose hypocrisy of pious angels who sing hymns in church.

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