Humming Room Of Fate
© Surazeus
2025 04 27

With nothing better than love to believe in
Thor creeps along the fence line round nine hills
to find the angel fallen from the sky
who howls in anguish at loss of his star
that burns in aching furnace of his heart
till rain drenches us on the lonely road.

Unwanted places of the dancing dead,
who follow dazzle of the screaming river,
supports the silver sunlight in the wind
that leads Thor to the humming room of fate
where children play board games forever, bored
while their parents work in car factories.

Threading haze of morning with soft voices
of factory workers trudging on wet roads,
the chestnut angel, bearing bowls of doom,
gives poisoned food to children by the prison
who transform into mushrooms with red eyes
that sprout from televisions in the mud.

Venus weaves living moment of perception
with conscious passion of the clinking glass
to drink the whiteness of the boundless sky
while laughing cats congregate in the church
to ask the dead man writhing on the cross
why he never returns till end of time.

Regret for sorrow of the rain-blurred hills
inspires the fallen angel with one eye
to rebuild walls of Heaven from cracked skulls
of dinosaurs who once roamed hills of Earth
despite the promise they may win the prize,
trapped in glass cubicle of fractured eyes.

Rose-cheeked Adonis returns home at dawn
with wild boar he killed on the mountain slope,
then hosts grand barbecue for everyone
who works with his son at the factory,
while Venus, his aging wife in blue jeans,
gives beer to all while smoking cigarettes.

Rain adds rank wisdom to the gushing river
that overflows weed-tangled banks of hope
when Venus sees young Thor lounging alone,
so she embraces him with eager arms
and begs him to expand her state of mind
while bald Adonis fries steaks at the grill.

Falling in the river as they embrace
after rolling on the steep primrose bank,
Thor and Venus drown in flood of desire
while kissing their own shadows in the brook,
so Adonis eyes Juliet with a wink,
but she runs away with Sir Lancelot.

surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/…

Orpheus fishes bodies of Thor and Venus from the river, prays for their souls, then buries them behind the abandoned church.

#NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism