Clever Scam Of Clowns
© Surazeus
2025 06 13

I take my brain out every night at nine
and place it on the third shelf in the fridge,
because it shrivels hard as the peach pit,
so it will sprout long twisted vine of wit
which I employ to build the wordless bridge
where I rule the world with Queen Clementine.

Concerned the television clown of everywhere
will crown himself new Emperor of Earth
then host the grand military parade,
I wear the mirror mask my mother made
to write the wingless book on second birth
exposing vile crimes of the billionaire.

Unpuzzled world view, ancient prophets built
from fractured memories humans have forgot,
rewrites the narrative for what is true
despite how I assemble every clue
I pry from rusty hands of the robot
that keeps demanding I absolve its guilt.

Apprised with fanfare of the camping game
translating proverbs from forgotten towns,
I ask the lonely bear of Avalon
if she can show the way to Oregon,
but I get tricked by clever scam of clowns
to purchase tinsel crown of global fame.

I cannot find the bookstore of my heart
somewhere in ever-shifting maze of doors
though I keep walking toward the somewhere else
in vain attempt to claim land of the Celts
when my ship gets wrecked on alien shores
in brave new world not found on ancient charts.

While mother cooks spaghetti on the stove
I watch the Star Trek television show
where men encounter supernatural gods,
till agents wearing masks and waving guns
kick in our door and throw us in the snow,
so I flee to live in the moonlit cove.

Orpheus strums the lyre of Mercury
and chants exotic spell of singing trees
to misdirect attention of the king
who hops about on broken angel wing
with arrogant intent to steal our keys
though I attend state school of sorcery.

When agents of the government arrest
the teacher and the cook at the grade school
because their eyes are black as dragon blood,
I sail home-built ship on the rising flood
to rescue people with the psychic tool
who hold story books in silent protest.

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Orpheus drives to the grocery store where he buys food for his family to eat, then drives home in the thunderstorm.

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