Spider Aliens From Jupiter
Spider Aliens From Jupiter
© Surazeus
2026 03 21
Death stares at me each dawn and asks me why
angels wear faces of humans as masks
if I lounge on the river stone of truth
and contemplate strange mystery of this life
but then forget my name and where I live
so I sit on gold throne and rule the world.
Death glares at me from mirror of despair
though I pay for insurance every month
so I type novels on pages of glass
that shatter on busy commercial street
because church bells never ring anymore
yet I scatter pennies in parking lots.
Death laughs at me when I wear business suit
and drive around suburban neighborhoods
so I sell lonely housewives magic flute
that calls the Phoenix of domestic peace
from wet sponge of the television brain
who shrieks about the next apocalypse.
Death tricks me to believe with fervent faith
huge spider aliens from Jupiter
in unidentified flying objects appear
at midnight above the huge stadium
where demon hunters sing of loyalty
and weave matrix of music from our dreams.
Death guides me on the signless road of fate
across the waste land of my innocence
where someone walks beside me in the heat
who seems to know how bridges disconnect
companions in fight for democracy
who wander in vast maze of city streets.
Death drives me every morning at sunrise
to work in weird library without doors
where skulls of fools sing arcane prophecies
which I transcribe on bright computer screen
to chronicle how empires rise and fall
at selfish whims of men who think they know.
Death sneers at me when I recite with grace
obscene proverbs about marriage of minds
Eve plucks from Tree of Knowledge to defend
doctoral dissertation of her research
on nature of evil cruel men perform
in vain attempt to evade curse of fame.
Death asks me to marry her with sweet smile
so we climb ziggurat of thirteen planes
where Ishtar binds our hands with chain of love
that links our hearts with passionate discourse
when we unite all nations of the world
in one religion based on Will to Power.
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