New Jorvik Magazine
New Jorvik Magazine
© Surazeus
2026 01 11
After the morning scrolls itself awake
in ponderous words of rain on blue glass,
eyeless sparrow on windowsill of fate
rehearses arrogant remorse by noon
encoded in engine rumble of cars
that float in circles of white butterflies.
If I drink coffee that tastes of elsewhere,
in cup chipped by worry of ignored facts,
I might hear cheerful whistle of the neighbor
who waters delicate plants in clean pots
that have already decided to glow
with unread stories of the morning news.
Developing news on the flashing screen
reveal secret desires of human hearts
which means the faceless ghosts of anywhere
have not yet heard their names hidden in drops
of rain that glitter on the window pane
so tables understand how to stand straight.
I scroll past strange argument about God
that I once designed from logical terms
still typing itself in mouth of the horse
who always brings the tree nymph to my house
so we drink tea brewed from angelic tears
and read poems in New Jorvik Magazine.
Sad siren on stone of Odysseus
braids air with urgency of hungry gods,
but drops unfinished book of fairy tales
unread into the swirling tides of change
that we must deal with in the city streets
where emergencies reach for the last peach.
My phone forgets whom I need to call now,
so I eat lunch alone in crowded church
with private anguish of the humble sign
that flashes when my camera clears its throat,
alert to ad that promises respect
stuck in three payments of simplicity.
Clouds rehearse impersonations of gods
which dwell in mountains, animals, and trees,
except apology no one accepts
for mistake I made on the roadless sign
when the dead king briefly consults my firm
for how to understand words of the rain.
My eyeless sparrow on the windowsill
develops theory about broken brains
that should explain how mirrors steal our souls
each time we write emails to companies
for refunds from the American Dream
which linger unsent in the unsaved night.
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Orpheus relaxes on balcony of his apartment that overlooks Central Park and reads his latest poem published in the New Yorker Magazine while eating a chocolate croissant and sipping a ginger mocha.
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