sing flesh

sing flesh!

 

in abstract colors.

in windblown banners of light.

in white-robed peace.

in stained glass pieces.

 

sing an arid desert in the wet key of Georgia.

hum a sea to the rhythm of chirpy heartbeats.

sing a wild Buddha face in proper, Jesus-tethered tones.

sing green life into chalky bone dust.

 

sing your soul to redemption!

hum your street name into time’s blue collar symphony.

 

sing the barb off of the wish hook.

dance free dust clouds in a devil swamp.

 

shatter a river over me.

I long for rabid baptism.

 

ohm our forever in a quiet homemade moment.

sing this perfect alien planet home

to flawed glory.

 

my soul’s ears are laid flat against my

minds bowed head.

 

I rest in your majestic life.

 

sing me into soulful orbit.

 

never let the busy quiet overtake your still joy.

sing flesh.

 

sing until the song ends.

 

the song never ends.

even when the flesh is gone.

 

sing.

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Masterpiece from the master of the religious satire.

[Amy Bumpas]

Love this line: the song never ends.

even when the flesh is gone
Your words are so visual, strong, vibrant,
and with such meaning and clarity...nice read:))

[Robin]

"ohm our forever in a quiet homemade moment.
sing this perfect alien planet home
to flawed glory."

love a good harmony