Lost In Nowhere Land
© Surazeus
2026 11 07

Lost in nowhere land of excessive faith,
Godwulf mops classroom floors of the high school
at midnight when vampires and ghosts haunt hearts
of teenagers seeking to understand
intense desire to regenerate bodies
from tangled memories of divine genes.

Lost in nowhere land of expensive hope,
Godwulf wanders past crowded biker bars
to buy sub sandwich with tuna and cheese,
then sits on park bench by deserted church
with stones that flash from garish neon signs
while he thinks about how wagons are made.

Lost in nowhere land of progressive trust,
Godwulf hears loud angry voice of some man
insulting his wife with contemptuous snark,
but when he beats her on the head with rage
something swells from passion of his heart
so he knocks her abuser to the ground.

Lost in nowhere land of abundant courage,
Godwulf fights the man abusing his wife
till police arrive with guns in their hands
so he tells them he is the caped crusader
protecting women from abusive men,
but young policeman shoots him in the back.

Lost in nowhere land of artistic vibe,
Godwulf lies on his back on wet cement
and stares through branches of the maple tree
to contemplate architecture of stars
that weave life on planets from threads of light
in organic creatures with throbbing brains.

Lost in nowhere land of corporate clowns,
Godwulf leaves hospital after three months
recovering from the bullet in his back,
but finds that he is no longer employed,
so he applies to work as the janitor
at the bank that forecloses mortgages.

Lost in nowhere land of explicit love,
Godwulf sits all day on the polished bench
before city hall with eagle on top
of its dome which spreads golden wings of pride,
and panhandles for money to buy food,
then sleeps behind the library at night.

Lost in nowhere land of mercurial fame,
Godwulf goes to the Pegasus Cafe
every Wednesday night to read poetry
with fragments of ancestral memories
about the fractured paradigm of life,
then wanders mute along the river shore
till he transforms into turtle of truth.

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Orpheus finds corpse of Godwulf where he froze to death on Christmas night behind the city library, so he manufactures harps and flutes from his bones.

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