Barbaric Boulevard Of Fame
© Surazeus
2025 11 05

If memories of my messy random life
mislead my heart with glow of paradise
suffusing landscapes of my long-lost past,
then I accept with brave alacrity
that what I want to remember with joy
must be truer than strange sadness I feel.

I spend each period of my random life
in far different places across the land
where patterns of fate are scattered about
in disjointed fragments of anxious hope
so I must invent with haphazard code
narrative of progress that contrives sense.

Sunlight gleams through pines on enormous hills
ranged around sleeping volcano of fate
to fill round church with bright angelic wings
when I consider possibility
that God seeks salvation through my respect
to become conscious in visions of my brain.

Wind swirls sand along black asphalt highway
that leads east away from the Promised Land
while I strum strings on guitar at my breast
and improvise epic tale in tense verse
about the common man who wanders lost
with no mission to save his state from greed.

To analyze weird crisis of my heart
outside mental frame of social context
designed to organize random events,
I chant electric hymns of faceless gods
by lonely fountain near the storm-wild sea
till my sorrows transform into black swans.

Every person I meet in every town
as I hitchhike east sea to shining sea
fades into faceless ghost of somewhere else
whose absence haunts my endless morning hours
when I watch deer graze on front lawn of flowers
because I wear no face that I can see.

I wear ring of demonic energy
to transform my limited form of self
to imitate shape of every conscious being
who has ever lived on this spinning globe
so I understand how every soul feels
driven by urge to procreate more souls.

Yet still I wander in vast maze of myths
where idols of humans transformed to gods
line long barbaric boulevard of fame
and ask if man will worship them again
till I transform into statue of stone
to stare forever at the bleeding sun.

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