Target Of The Lonely Word
© Surazeus
2025 06 28

I eat the fruit of my labor with angst
to understand why beauty of my heart
gleams bright as target of the lonely word
deployed as weapon of mass disrespect
to translate laughter of water to jokes
that vanquish light of liberty at dawn.

I leave my clean skull on the other side
where tree branches imitate network of words
bound by molecular structure of thought
that forms liquid base for statue of fruit
reflecting how we die from fulgent shame
that blinds fools with imprint of safe triumph.

Illusion of safety digests my brain
with pickled brine of arrogant concern
for empty stomach of the angry ghost
who fails to remember when he was born
from cracked library door of afternoon
too soon to disparage unwelcome spells.

Since we are never meant to survive life
we stand together around blazing fires
and speak about the trauma we all share
that bonds our hearts with strong communal faith
so we can storm gates of Heaven at dawn
with righteous demands for electric hearts.

Inflexion of tree ghosts who search for lies
to eat that fuel grim engine of desire
hopes ardor scatters time from atmospheres
of twirling books that float on raven wings
in hope that butterflies of flowing clocks
might share state formulas for soul rebirth.

Unnecessary tablets of false lore
lament stark weight of memorized grandeur
contrived from grammar of the noble bridge
where Death waits patiently for every soul
whose flame of life escapes to long-dead stars
dedicated to protect faceless gods.

Restricted rites for monuments of fools
work back to bankrolled madrigals of flight
that measure endless spinning of this world
conformed from light of spiral galaxies
by asking how we paint blood on road signs
when humble fishermen overthrow kings.

Instead of demanding computer brains
we praise wise Hymen of the bridal veil
with brutal epithalamion for maid
who steals false stories from my bleeding tongue
and writes them with typewriter of respect
to conceal target of the lonely word.

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Orpheus joins Tristan Tzara jogging in Central Park where laughing skull of Hamlet prophesies fall of King Midas.

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