Museum of the Lost Face
© Surazeus
2025 07 14

Imperfect as this life can seem to be
I will open the can of sweet cream corn
to eat the beauty of the sunsetting sun
that screams with pleasure in the tangled trees
while I row my boat on the dreamless stream
to free the country of mad prisoners.

Each time she calls me on the telephone
I carve another name on the death bone
to buy bold confidence with fractured coins
while staring at the ceiling of the mind,
then glare down at the wicked human race
and sneer at their pathetic games of fame.

My strength is proof of infidelity
defined by dictionary of street slang
to mean reprisal of the haughty clown
who steals the family jewels from his god
after he swallows handful of red pills
that blow his mind with television truth.

Despite ringing of the bicycle bell
to warn the city of the hurricane,
the lonely girl in her hospital bed
devises ways to keep them occupied
when children wake from their magazine world,
eager to shoot guns at shadows of fear.

Awake in unfamiliar place of faith,
somewhere beyond the rainbow of her fear,
I forge new vision of the holy ghost
wearing flower dress as she fries pancakes
and pours syrup of her mouth on my heart
because our weird world is falling apart.

I search for truth on your side of the river
that splits the difference through theology
based on transcendent vision of the fool
who buries religious lies in the field
that shimmers red with the Indian Paintbrush
so I try to sleep off this tragedy.

Foul aroma of stories in new books,
that whitewash cruel history of slavery
with lies that slaves were happy for the work
and rejoiced in the dirt shacks where they lived
when they sing the blues in hot cotton fields,
infiltrate my brain with wealth privilege.

Stopping in Museum of the Lost Face,
Sylphus stares at portrait of Mona Lisa
who smiles at him with knowingness of love,
so he takes her hand and they walk away
far down the highway of the singing ghost
who sells salvation to the bitter king.

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Orpheus studies the painting called the Mona Lisa to understand the mysterious complexity of the beautiful human soul.

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