Wagon Wheel In My Yard
© Surazeus
2025 12 21

If wagon wheel in my yard represents
progress of my ancestors on long roads
to find the Promised Land on ancient maps,
then I will let it support curling vines
of our descendants the next thousand years
who will search for their Eden somewhere else.

When old man on the porch with cracked guitar
claims blood is lubricant of history,
not money as he once thought in his youth,
I convert bicycles with twisted bars
into statue of Saturn with long hair
that mimics how I look when I grow old.

I refuse to believe that history
is hallucination of our lost tribe
who invents fantasy of our great state
based on mirage of our superior minds
that we chase across waste land of our faith
till we find Blind Justice at the crossroads.

I may suffer from the fever of time
but I always what time it is now
because I love to invent from fake myths
stories of real people who strive for truth
though I am mad with visions of weird worlds
that replicate across our multiverse.

When rain is falling on my doorless house
that floats in sudden winds of social change,
I find it lands on hill of laughing skulls
so I run with horses on fenceless plains,
feet soaking wet in mud puddles of faith,
till I find empty room of memories.

Stuck in the classroom of arrogant books,
I learn to speak every language on Earth
so I can know the stories of dead gods
who ask me to grill hamburgers for lunch,
so we play chess while the rain arrogates
truth of the wagon wheel in my yard.

Perhaps my great-grandfather in thick boots
did not drive the wagon of eager hope
nor left this wheel that spun two thousand miles
after burning wagon wood the first winter
to keep his children warm in swirling snow
that reveals mountain ghosts of the lost tribes.

Rain erases all my ancestral names
from tombstones in graveyards of their despair
along signless roads sea to shining sea,
so I resurrect their bodies from graves
and lead Spartans sown from dragon teeth
homeward with the wagon wheel in my yard.

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Orpheus depicts the wagon wheel in his yard in the oil painting which he displays at the art gallery between the refrigerator factory and the strip club next to the long-unused railroad tracks.

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