Always Friends With Ghosts
© Surazeus
2026 09 02

Because she will be always friends with ghosts
by crossing bridge of angels before dark,
she feeds swans of the past with anecdotes
designed as proverbs in the holy book
to guide lost people to the garden brook
where they make new faces from broken boats.

With laughter from cracked stones of hungry ghosts
she opens pages that flap frantic wings
which teach young children how to invent words
they need to prove their minds are worth the light
that blooms from lilacs in the cluttered yard
where faceless angels carve their names in bones.

If she decides her specialty is joy,
that springs from shifting wells of raven blood,
she may bring flowers to the funeral
held for the old man no one seems to know
who liked to build boats from demonic bones
as if dew on our eyes may cleanse the heart.

Her river glazed with light of centuries,
she tells us how this world is wondrous weird
so we exchange phone numbers by the lake,
but lose touch with the ones we want to know
by walking signless road beyond the wall
that traps our bodies in false paradise.

Still half awake three hours before red dawn,
she stares with wonder at true nothingness
with plan to give unspoken words away
because they sprout their own butterfly wings
and leave her stranded in the doorless room
despite the way she earns her right to live.

When fifteen women in the church at noon
discuss how she reveals her writhing heart
with anguish for brave seekers of the sea,
she blesses tables heaped with empty plates
while stealing apples from the box of lies
from which flow sorrows of the hungry world.

So when the last book still unwritten screams,
she scatters lost words on the cracked sidewalk,
then opens glass door to the multiverse
where humble god of impotence designs
strange paradigm for the whole world to use
when framing thoughts with ancient languages.

Yet she extracts from laughing radios
completed puzzles that depict lost homes
where families feast on zombie heart of faith
to prove our right to live free from despair
based on our friendship with the nameless ghosts
who glow in television screens of hope.

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Orpheus finds young woman dazed and bleeding from assault, so he takes her to the hospital, but she sprouts wings and flies out the window of despair.

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