The Book of Miracles

Book of Miracles
Book of Miracles

I am more than a little uncertain
Though I hesitate to state precisely
The exact nature of my confusion
Regarding the world and the moment.

Surely it cannot possibly be as it seems
I refuse to countenance that it is for real
Friday night and it’s not alright at all
Then Saturfuckingday and I want to rend
Let chaos reign soaking to the bone
Revel in the excesses and movement
From wildly contrasting zones and regions
The Arctic chill of terror icing the veins
Roiling fevers of isolated equatorial lusts
The insanity of an all too vivid lucidity
Divine frenzies of total intoxication
But I tell you something has got to give
We make out like we care but I can sense
The calm expectation before the excitement
Mounts as we approach the end my friend
Let me look in my Book of Miracles my love
For portents signs and omens yes all there
A positively medieval frame of mind
Lets turn back the clocks get the time
To sync break open the seals
Let it come down.

12 thoughts on “The Book of Miracles

  1. Back to the Dark Ages? Yes we’re on the cusp of something monumental. The next mass extinction and then it’s on to us. We’re going to need more than one Miracle I believe. Nice writing … you manage to add a touch of wicked glee to the message of doom and gloom. Well done!

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    1. Thank you Miss Heart. I do like a bit of heavy deep and dark doom and gloom. I am a sucker for atmosphere. The Book of Miracles is an astonishing artifact. You have made my day with the stunning writing part.

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