PVC Angels

It's about humanity getting over it's damn self and realizing that each and every one of us is a masterpiece.

I talked to Jesus Sunday morning

in a café at the sidewalk’s end.

He said the world would end in the morning

and he couldn’t stay long with sheep to tend.

“Well, if that’s what you call knocking down bricks--”

I said to Jesus Sunday, mourning

my innocence and dying for another fix

of precious faith,“--you walk the wild waters on a whim.

So what the f**k can I do?” I give my morning glory

affections to all the pretty boys that look like him--

to the deaf writers, blinds artists, mute singers,

to the politicians and dead ringers.

Over a cup of coffee, I talked to Jesus Sunday morning

but the same melancholy melody lingers.

A penny for your thoughts and another for the boatman.

He said the world would end in the morning

where the broken-hearted rise, where the masses stand.

A Rook’s sacrifice for the master plan

on the board of 64, or wall of 1969.

I talked to Jesus Sunday morning.

He said the world would end in the morning

without warning, a silent storm rolling in,

the walls around this nation crumbling

at the sound of weeping angels

with PVC pipe wings

and Gabriel’s horn singing

the sweet sound of

Hope

the last gift of Pandora.

 

I talked to Jesus Sunday morning,

he said, “Hang in there, kid… the storm’s still forming.”

Author's Note

Disclaimer: I didn't intend to insult anyone's religion. Ironically, I don't think Jesus has anything to do with this.

1969 Stonewall riots.

PVC pipe reference to the peaceful counter-protest where folks wearing large wings made out of white sheets and PVC pipes stood in front of Westboro Baptist Church protesters and hid their hateful messages with their angel wings.