John the Revelator Hears the Drunken Angels
They shook it, and the wings, white crane chorus,
left and right, heart fist
Shuffle from the gut, into the highway
out the footlights leading true.
They shook, it sang wing golden sheen, drove viper
to the liquor store, white lightening
A cup of Lazarus, no chicory,
Orleans rising over strippers and chords.
And every word heavy and straight, because
girls were boys. And since they wear hard love
Complicated as chrysanthemums
wrestle alligators, rattle lilies.
They hang onto the moon, dragonfly
lightening bugs, wheel inside a wheel
That window shade slaps up like bayou death
it real hard, and hope the lookouts hear.
Mississippi sunrise, gray as Illinois.
heres the nasty twist of gingerbread
Strings, and the paper orange going to red,
crossroads where the foolish deals go down.
So they shook it, rode their chariot to town
four seraphim turning inside out
Electric as dry bones producing flesh
fuzz on soap, or sugar on some deep
Fried dough, or like these broken angels singing
And this time through they drink the words,
Since Nobody can harmonize so well.
the flaming gates are locked, hermetic seal
As ifGod help usNo One were inside.
their gospel tells of crowns and onyx thrones
And jeweled saints whirling on a rose
these drunken angels croak it, every Word.