Thursday, November 06, 2008

holy rolled

the praise the praise the praise
faces full of God-bound hyperbole
displaced from rice thin pages
padded tube steel seating
painted wall panels reverberate
music, spun cloth, ejaculations,
tongues motivated by electricity

the J man gospel megaphone waver
preaches in all the kingly ways
the songs the verses the melody
flush ambivalence from full ears
round orifices resonate with echoes
multiplied amplified verities
focused to animate the dull and grave

glory gold, whole word holy
verbal blessings, aggressive grace
addressing dynamic congregation holds
pressing hands into joins, clapping palms
plates transform into tambourines
and silence is waived by dancing legs and arms
where once the charms of a quiet God were praised.