Super Beauty Of Wild Hearts
© Surazeus
2026 01 25

Far beyond super beauty of wild hearts,
faceless ghost in slime-clean gray business suit
withdraws money earned torturing mute books
from the automated teller machine,
and buys hamburger and fries for his lunch
before returning to work in the bank.

Yet laughing turtle in the pink tutu
dances gracefully on the iced mailbox
while clowns in red and yellow uniforms
beat people on the head with rubber bats
which transform into tinsel butterflies
that eat silver handcuffs off hands of kids.

Trapped in voiceless midnight of the glass church,
photocopied letters on wings of swans
arrive from Gobi desert in blue eggs
laid by famished horses in can of words
that wriggle into shape of wet clay dolls
who give each other flaming guns as gifts.

King Lear mistakes the rusty can of words
for slab of roasted beef as credit card
he thrusts in hourglass of unspooling fate
in vain attempt to purchased rugged cross
designed by blind woman with thirty arms
who sketches faces of children on doors.

Pretension to awakeness of the lamp
contrives new secret room of breathing walls
where millions of people without cell phones
bypass memories of traumatic events
by laughing as they swing in the playground
enclosed in glass dome on the misty moon.

Yet Ariadne tugs at broken thread
tangled in maze of quaint alleyway stores
to conduct memory trace with images
encoding characters from ancient myths
which always leads to Sunday morning church
where shadows of gods reverberate masks.

Kwan Yin reveals in jar of honey wine
shadow following shadow of my brain
as echo responding to sound of words
unspoken by shy lovers who grow old
together in house of the rising sun
where angel eyes are hammered in our masks.

At moonrise youngest woman in the world
drops eyes in glass of water to recall
how wings of ravens hide wild ocean tide
since color of milk reveals beating hearts
we drink to celebrate when empires fall
now based on super beauty of wild hearts.

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Orpheus reads fake letter that flutters on butterfly wings in the Gobi desert that Jesus sent him asking about whatever happened to Clementine.

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