Gold Hypnotic Eyes
© Surazeus
2026 08 12

The way piano notes cause crows to laugh
reveals old painting of the dreamy sky
dripping tears in crippled hands of the girl
who waits for someone to return from war,
intense with shadow of half-open door
that proves she secretly hopes for revenge.

Brick buildings on the hazy boulevard
conceal small broken hearts of honest men
who write their stories with blood on the wall
through formulas of disentangled codes
which calculate despair of open roads
no matter obstacles of irony.

She finds abandoned shopping cart of hope
in field of grass behind the lonely school
where sad grasshoppers modulate the day
with angst of heart-enchanting melodies
that should provide blueprint for psychic keys
which she could use to open brave church doors.

When stoic toad with gold hypnotic eyes
chants Psalm of the Shepherd in evening glow,
three school girls skip on the yellow brick road
with plan to wake dead gods of arrogance
from tangled roots of trees on river shore
where dolphin brings shy Arion from the deep.

I call to wise Inanna on high hill
with wounded heart of stark sincerity
in fraught request for honest rulership
since gangs of angry thieves corrupt our state
against the sacred law of falling leaves
which tangle naive hearts with chosen fate.

Far out in waste land of calm nonchalance
dark shadow of some nameless wanderer
slants sideways through expansive grid of hope
that portends revolutionary change
through sudden readjustment of our values
that we must seal with sacrificial blood.

Devotions of his ice-heart streaked by dawn
should sanctify attention still denied
by star-eyed pilgrims in the thrumming dark,
but he decides to fortify his mind
against bright menace of the silent tree
that stands guard in abandoned castle court.

Entranced by gold hypnotic eyes of truth,
that spiral with one trillion galaxies,
bold Arion stands on stage in castle court
and strums oak harp of David with deft hands,
then sings grand epic of his killing spree
that makes him writhe in guilty agony.

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Orpheus invites Arion to his literary party in his loft in Greenwich Village where they smoke scarlet flowers of the pristine truth while changing melodies of psychic math.

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