Smiles Of Fractured Fantasy
© Surazeus
2026 09 24

Startled by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that strangers in the crowded streets of time
beam at my heart with stark intensity,
I ride ghost horse of swift perplexity
to find the mad king on the windy plain
who eats grass from cracked television screens.

Unnerved by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that devils dancing in cathedral halls
disguise as hunger to deceive my heart,
I wear mask Phoebus lost on road of eggs
to raise grand army of ten thousand sons
who build empire from sea to shining sea.

Distressed by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that angels screaming on huge hill of skulls
forge from star stones that smash temples of gods,
I transform from angel to iron man
and soar to mountains of exploding plums
where Adam and Eve laugh in soaking rain.

Annoyed by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that pastors tearing dreams from holy books
plaster on crumbling walls of paradise,
I play messiah on the tragic stage
to save Rapunzel from the beauty pageant
so she can work as nurse in bombed-out towns.

Surprised by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that vampires banging pianos of glass
employ to trick brave farmers in the dell,
I balance oscillation of despair
with frantic ecstasy of weird insight
on quest to challenge Death to game of chess.

Dismayed by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that zombies whispering prayers to Father God
wear to conceal lust for psychotic brains,
I find safe shelter in haven of tales
where fairies teach my children how to sing
dark spells that conjure angels from my heart.

Alarmed by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that painters smearing ghosts on factory walls
present as answers to ills of our world,
I wander vast halls of computer banks
with lantern of lost hope Jesus sold me
to woo Shepherdess with sincerity.

Amused by smiles of fractured fantasy,
that nurses healing wounded hearts with truth
paste on our faces with fake dollar bills,
I sing about these dark times we endure
because this universe of glowing light
remains indifferent to our suffering.

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Orpheus sells masks with smiles of fractured fantasy from his small booth in the market that surrounds the ziggurat where Samshin rules over the market of ideas.

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