Fragments Of Weird Joy
© Surazeus
2026 07 02

Through default mechanism of the brain
she throws her favorite memories in the trash,
then tears them into fragments of weird joy
as she tapes them slant in random collage
depicting boring childhood of her heart
bruised by invisibility of faith.

Sad in herb garden of the ancient house
on the street where patriots designed
new nation of equality for men
to control land where people nurture dreams
baked in bread we share with the homeless poor,
she steals puzzle pieces from our world view.

In bleak darkness before dawn of regret,
she rubs her hands in bitter cold of hope,
then rides the bus one hour in maze of streets
to bake bread in the wordless factory
while she ignores the second civil war
fought by justice warriors in cyberspace.

She wonders if her therapist enjoys
swimming with sharks in deep ocean of tears
that bleed from laughter of angelic brains
who check the mail for letters from the ghost
whose wounded heart transforms into the cat
that lounges nonchalantly in her heart.

When evening darkness singes edge of hope
with subtle message of the Absolute
that time corrodes our hearts with earnestness
from filtered fumes of thoughts buried in mud,
she stops by scarlet sign of innocence
to question which direction she should take.

Calm beast of arrogance wakes in her heart
when she walks home at night in starry gloom,
evading shadows of wolves dressed as men
concerned with safety of the princess bride
who always searches for good place to hide
from collapsing institutions of faith.

The old bearded man in torn ragged clothes
asks her if she can recognize his face,
but she explains she has no secret name,
then ponders how great wizards such as him
get stuck in this modern world of machines
because our songs bounce off cement sidewalks.

With broken guitar she stole from Apollo
she plays tunes in the pentatonic scale
to tell the world with saddest song of love
that she loves Zephyrus, the haughty clown
who teaches her how to survive the streets
through default mechanism of the brain.

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Orpheus films Ophelia while she wanders around the city with rose-tinted glasses of psychotic ennui that reveal the real nature of the human heart.

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