Rainbow Ghost Of Love
© Surazeus
2025 07 05

The laughing door of the numberless house
cries out about the rainbow ghost of love
that no one sees in window of the brain
manipulating mystery of desire
through frantic beauty of weird harmony
more tender than hot tension of respect.

Through concepts that ignite my agency
so I burn bright as rainbow ghost of love
I follow Dancing Turtle down the road
to find the spot of wisdom in this world
where I can cool ambitious jets of fear
and float with beauty of the broken heart.

Relaxed in comfortable armchair at dawn,
faceless mask lit by rainbow ghost of love,
I spread aggressive raven wings of truth
and wheel high through red apocalypse sky
with fierce careening passion of respect
for every soul who suffers loneliness.

When lightning wakes in television screens
mad children from the rainbow ghost of love
I shall found my own political party
so I can name the new empire of wealth
after the oldest woman in the world
who laughs while I draw pictures on cave walls.

Because the old man who fought in the war
claims to perceive our rainbow ghost of love
spread out on eagle wings across the sky,
his daughter commits him to the asylum
where he teaches everyone how to spell
prophetic visions for the new world empire.

Wandering alone in the town garbage dump,
always searching for rainbow ghost of love,
last King of Avalon wears plastic crown
he got at Burger King when he was nine
to proclaim himself great king of the hill
where he rules nation of vultures and flies.

Dressed in white lace gown with rose in her hair,
young girl who plays the rainbow ghost of love
sings for money in the fancy nightclub
to hide her housewife heart of honest faith
in memory of the old white country church
where the pastor kissed her when she was twelve.

Still running faster than the speed of light
with mask she stole from rainbow ghost of love,
young star-eyed Sibyl chases the starship
that slips through flashing portal of lost time
till she finds me alone by lake of dreams
with daughter she bore from my broken heart.

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Orpheus kneels before his young daughter Oster as she watches bees and butterflies gather pollen from lilies of the field.

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