The shortwave warflag crackles 'cross shambles America!
Her hero hears with ears of weary work.
Ears of coppertone lullaby.
Ears of hear the baby cry.
Ears of "let that damn dog lie, he's gray and he's tired!"
Old Glories glaring.
Blaring heart attacks and slave-wage.
I kill on this page!
Murder in every word!
You and I-words!
Until we kiss.
Then we are made of silence.
Sweet, sucking breaths breathed from the belly of another world.
Death and life again.
Twisting angel wrapped in wire,
perfect stranger made of fire
This is temptation.
This is evocation.
This is the ramification
in your face toward the world.
in your strongbones.
towards the light.
than night before the stars.
It is springtime Dionysus,
cast your quilts away!
Stretch a feathered limb
toward the tethered sky.
All my senses fly unto some final place.
I trace a Chinese pace through this green garden.
I race my own grace,
one step ahead of salvation.
Lost in the translation.
Word and Flesh.
Wish and Bone.
River and Stone and
The Sun flashes upon the Water.
All of this and none of this.
Paradise and Apocalypse.
Then kiss these lips and depart.
The memory will comfort me,
but this presence is more than I can bear.
I'll tear it all apart!
This heart and all the rest!
The crest of a slave on an unknown wall.
Crooked scars and injustice.
How many cars must this road roll before it shakes
America from its shoulders?
How much older must I be before my own prophecy makes sense to me
and I begin to behave like some believing Isaiah?
What d'ya say you and I get outta here
and find some brand new thing to shine for us?
Some shiny new thing
that will make everything fine for us
for a little while.
Some perfect song to sing
to bring us to a new place,
where you have a new face
and I have new eyes to see with.
Agree with me
even if you don't.
Tell me what I want to hear
and then tell me some more.
Tell me what's in store.
Ruin all the surprises.
It's for my own good.
This ship is made of wood, but the rudder is bleeding blood.
Leaking out in all directions,
freaking out I've lost connection and it's all
Vertigo and Nausea now.
The hammer lies by the nailing tree.
Jesus plays piano painfully,
quiet and soft.
Red White and Black.
Ham on Rye. Butter on a flapjack.
Cigarettes and onions.
A loud voice and a greazy handshake.
Make a bet with me and I will blow your fuckin' mind.
Lets talk money,
'cause all that cash makes me hard and furious.
Curious pornography flickers.
A scream inside that never comes out.
I hate myself just enough to love you.
GLORIA! GLORIA! IN EXCELSIS DEO!
Daylight come and I wanna go home again!
I am stoned, like some smiling Magdalene!
I'll never be sad again,
dead to this world
and the next
and a hex on the veil!
I rail against this nail in my hand!
I draw a line in the sand and refuse to fight!
The ungraceful, ungrateful facade of Athena!
Christ was a sex-blood orgasm!
Christ was a war chasm splitting at the seems of the world!
Christ was unloved and outside
of the great metallic doorway.
Outside of the big black wall.
Beyond the pallor of the gallery hall.
Shallow in the green water at the edge of the wave,
slaves sang chain gang clangs in the echoes of this long-ago night.
I am dying here and
living too and
all the same despite old records
and window shades.
Close the door.
You can be my friend
in this shiny black rain.