Where I Play King Lear
Where I Play King Lear
© Surazeus
2025 05 05
As father of three witches brewing potions
that transform robots into human beings,
I refuse to play King Lear in your drama,
so I hide secrets in the cellar door
as my mother cooks cornbread and spaghetti
while ghosts of our ancestors haunt the house.
If I knock on the door of every house
in the whole world to find where my soulmate
builds furniture from bones of faceless gods,
I will keep searching disappearing streets
with bold bewildered confidence of love
by asking the ocean forbidden questions.
While I strum guitar in the city square
beneath orange eerie sky of burning clouds,
my eyes grow huge as ninety thousand moons
with thousand-mile stare of epiphany
at shocking satori of naked truth
I want to kill men who hurt other people.
Appalled at dark gloom of the Upper World,
Persephone breaks open fruit of knowledge
so we can suck sweet pomegranate juice
to taste intense disgust of pleasant death
that proves we are alive with half-blind faith
in how our love may generate new life.
We die unto sweet misery of desire
with fraught conception of fertile regret
for lust that drives us mad with honest hope
that we can build cute paradise of peace
where every person gets all they deserve
as solemn reward for mute suffering.
Shrinking back into wrinkled serpent egg
of childhood trauma, buried in foul mud,
we shout at stormclouds drenching time in tears
that quench not thirst for arrogant revenge
as if fair justice will always be served
to those who break the beauty we create.
Intense respect for how Death knows our names
inspires our daughters to crawl from the Earth
and dance with fierce attention to details
for moral platitudes we share with frowns
around the crackling fire of old tradition
which burns down everything we think is true.
With passion to transform the bleak waste land
into lush Wonderland of fruitful trees,
where every person born from Stone of Thought
knows why we wingless angels cannot fly,
we gather at the river in moonlight
where I play King Lear till the end of time.
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Orpheus directs the movie production where I star as King Lear.
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