Chic Fashion Store
© Surazeus
2025 06 23

Too simple for mad people of the rock,
I send new robot to the planet Mars.
Casually attempting to pick the lock,
I discover secrets of god-soul stars.
We laugh together on the river shore
then sell our souls at the corner drug store.

Electric glow on the living room wall
expands enormously from weeping books.
Gold statue of Jesus is way too tall
for me to steal recipes from blind cooks.
We wander weeping on the misty moor
after leaving our brains at the book store.

To smash idol of Jesus with clay feet
I play guitar that spins the rolling stone.
Since zombies worship the black parakeet,
we gnaw our sorrows to the broken bone.
The weeping widow in the howling door
sells apple pies at the cathedral store.

By chanting prayers of fraught anxiety
I seek shortcuts to becoming the saint.
If Death impedes my purchase of the key
then I will sell my soul and learn to paint.
To empty my mind to its chaos core
I break fragile clocks in the antique store.

We gather by the river at sunset
before gold throne where the puppet king smiles.
Moon Woman who invents the alphabet
pays me to organize oneiric files.
The white cotton dress that Emily wore
floats faceless down aisles of the grocery store.

At kiss Susanna plants inside my heart
I wake by crystal-blue Italian stream.
She plans my life-journey on her star chart
so I decide to join her music team.
After I finish my afternoon chore,
we eat ice cream at the antichrist store.

Baptism of my soul in Babylon
acquaints my spirit with the eerie night.
On dream quest in dark woods of Oregon
I find the secret of eternal light.
Though nobody but me is keeping score
I evade fate in the popular store.

Time leaves me stranded on the silent beach
so I conceal my treasure in white sand.
As gust of wind from garden beyond reach
I chase elusive grain of mystic sand.
Reborn from hunger of the dinosaur,
I buy new clothes at the chic fashion store.

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Orpheus operates the store in Hell where souls of the dead go to purchase glass masks they wear when they haunt the people who loved them most.

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