Analyze Every Miracle

Analyze Every Miracle
© Surazeus
2024 07 30

I might try to hide the book of false dreams 
in the windowless bedroom of the sky 
so angels stuck in television screens 
could hire me as international spy 
destined to crack jokes on the city bus 
about my acting job as Sisyphus. 

The man who teaches his son how to fight 
serious demons attending business school 
tears pages out of the Bible to hide 
passages that make God look like a fool, 
as if his faith disturbs the universe 
with computer program code of the curse. 

Yet I lie down by lost grave of my soul 
in shady copse of trees that twist my name 
so I think rockets turn into Red Crow 
wailing loud as sad banshee on the train 
which I ride to meet my ghost friends in town 
who threaten me to vote for the mad clown. 

If I return to Norway on the plane 
after sailing away in pine longship, 
I will bring with me treasure born of pain 
so I can stand again on windy cliff 
where my ancestor determined to leave, 
depicted in tapestry witches weave. 

I should try to hide the book of tall tales 
in old shed behind church of the dead god, 
but devils riding supernatural whales 
code artificial mind of the robot 
who thinks he is me long after I die, 
because he is left with only my eye. 

Ignore those children in that desert land 
maimed and killed by concept of Liberty 
to replace church with electrical plant 
that powers our global democracy 
so King Jesus can rule Empire of Earth 
where everyone feasts with heavenly mirth. 

Because I am last son of Jupiter, 
I exercise my unearned privilege 
to perform role of the Mind Puppeteer 
while I lounge and savor cold beverage 
to watch global warming destroy the world, 
foretold by riddles of the cosmic herald. 

I consider myself the oracle 
who speaks for nameless ghosts and lonely gods 
while I analyze every miracle 
to prove we design our own Camelots 
where justice and liberty rewrite fate 
so everyone can find their true soulmate.