XXXMASxCHRISIS
TWAS IN THE BUBBLING BLACK EXTEMBER
AS EACH FUCKING FADING EMBER
WROUGHT ITS HOLY STAIN UPON
HER NEGLIGEE OF PINK CHIFFON.
TAPPING SNAPPING RAPPING CRAPPING
KNOCKING AND ELECTROSHOCKING
SENSE INTO A CHRISTMAS STOCKING
OF A LAZY STARVING SUSAN
ADDLE-BRAINED WITH SELF-ABUSIN’
ON A PEARLY EXMASS MORN.
ON THE WALL THE CLICK WAS CLOCKING
TIT-TATTOOING, TICKING-TOCKING
SHRUNKEN SMILING HEADS WERE TALKING
AND THE BATHROOM TILE CAULKING
GLISTENED IN THE SHOWER STALL.
MERCENARY MERRY MAIDENS
CHINA BLUES WHO OFT HAD PLAYED IN
VANITY PRODUCTIONS OF HER
SECOND COUSIN’S WIDOWED LOVER
NOW APPEARED IN POMP & GLORY
TO RECITE A CHRISTMAS STORY
TO BE HEARD BY ONE & ALL.
EVER BLEST BY SENSE OF WONDER
HOURLY DAILY KNUCKLING UNDER
WONDERING FEARING FARTING JEERING
JOKING WEEPING CHOKING CHEERING
PRESCIENT PAGANS LARGE & SMALL
CITIES NATIONS HELD IN THRALL.
LARGE & SMALL IN AMNIOTIC
FLUIDS THEY IN DARK HYPNOTIC
TRANCES WAITED FOR THE LIGHT
OF DAY TO END THE TEPID NIGHT
& SET THEM UNDERNEATH THE SUN
WITH WORK TO DO & WILL BE DONE
BY ONE FOR ALL & ALL FOR ONE.
GIRDING GRINDING EVERMINDING
CARVING OUT THE BLACKNESS BLINDING
TWISTING WENDING WEAVING WINDING
THROUGH THE AGES TOSSED & TORN.
UNTIL AT LAST A KID IS BORN
OF EARTHLY EVIL SHAVED & SHORN
A DIRTY SINFUL DOG’S BEST FRIEND
A CHOO-CHOO CHUGGING ROUND THE BEND
THE BREACH OF FLESH & SOUL TO MEND.
O! LUSCIOUS SWEET IMMORTAL FORM!
UPON THAT FIRST COLD CHRISTMAS MORN
WHILST JOHN & JANE Q PUBLIC SLEPT
INTO OUR MIDST THE CREATURE CREPT.
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TWAS IN A SECRET SACRED CHAMBER
GOD & GIRL DID LAY IN LABOUR
SOME OF YOU MIGHT WELL REMEMBER
IN THE MARROW OF YOUR BONE
THERE SHE WEPT & THERE SHE TREMBLED
ALL SHOOK UP & ALL ALONE.
SCARCELY MORE THAN PRETTY CHILD
FACE UNPAINTED HAIR UNSTYLED
IN HER HOLY STATE EXILED
THERE SHE TREMBLED ALL ALONE.
SHE IN SOLITARY MADNESS
HAD CONCEIVED IN JOY & GLADNESS
AND THAT SPECTRAL SPOOKY SPERM
IN DUE TIME CAME FULL TO TERM.
WITHIN A MUSTY MURKY MANGER
BORDERED ON ALL SIDES BY DANGER
FROM THE GARDEN OF HER WOMB
THE HEAVENS OF HER VIRGIN WOMB
SPRUNG THE MANGOD WARRIOR WHOM
WITH LETHAL WEAPON MADE OF AIR
MADE INDEED OF WORD & BREATH
WOULD ULTIMATELY DEFEAT DEATH
AND EVERMORE SURVIVE THE TOMB.
THE ONE IN WHOM WE ALL SHALL DWELL
A SHOTGUN-WEDDED HEAVEN/HELL
AN AXE TO GRIND, A SHATTERED SHELL
A COIN DROPPED IN A WISHING WELL
A SECOND GUESS, A WARNING BELL.
O MESSENGER OF PEACE & LOVE!
O VELVET FIST IN IRON GLOVE
A GENTLE PUSH, A SUDDEN SHOVE
A WOLF DRESSED AS A TURTLE-DOVE.
A MONKEY-WRENCH IN SATAN’S NEST
A CHARACTER OF WIT & ZEST
UPON THE THRONE WITHIN THY BREAST
O LOVER PARTNER POET PEST!
A LEASE ON LIFE WAS LEFT TO LAPSE
OR ELSE MAY I SUGGEST PERHAPS
A THREAD OF HUMAN SPOOR ENTICED
THE INCARNATION OF THE CHRIST.
ALL OVER EARTH THE WOUND WAS FELT
BLOODHOUNDS IN THEIR NOSTRILS SMELT
SOMETHING FISHY, PISCEAN EVEN,
FOR A HOUND-DOG TO BELIEVE IN.
ANCIENT YET COMPLETELY MODERN
HEAVY HOOK TO HANG A HAT ON
TRUE TO UNIVERSAL PATTERN
NOT AN ALIEN FROM SATURN.
AND EVERY HARDASS MOTHERFUCKER
EVERY SINGLE SORRY SUCKER
EXECUTIVES IN LOBBIES PAGED
TIGERS HUNTED CAUGHT & CAGED
LOONIES LOITERING DERANGED
KNEW SOMEHOW THE WORLD HAD CHANGED
EVERY JACKOFF JOHNNY-ONE-NOTE
EVERY LASSIE ON THE BOTTLE
CAT FISH BIRD DOG SERPENT GOAT
ALL THE SHEEP & ALL THE CATTLE
ALL THAT COULD WALK FLY OR FLOAT
WENT SKIPPING OFF TO JOIN THE BATTLE.
THE LAME UPON THEIR SPINDLE CRUTCHES
RABBITS IN DAMP RABBIT HUTCHES
SPARROWS ON THEIR NARROW PERCHES
FOR THE STARCHILD EACH ONE SEARCHES
IN THAT HOUR BEFORE THE CHRIST
IS BY PRIESTCRAFT NEATLY ICED
& BURIED UNDER MIGHTY CHURCHES.
INTERRED IN REGIONS FAR & COLD
THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD!
BY BUREAUCRATS ELITE, INEPT
THE BIGGEST SECRET EVER KEPT:
IN SPITE OF MORAL PLATITUDES
EMBRACED BY IDOL PUNKS & HOODS
THE THORNY CROWN OF CHRIST INCLUDES
ONE & ALL GOD’S MANY MOODS.
ALL GIDDY HEIGHTS & DEEP DESPAIRS
AND BEGGARS SAINTS & BILLIONAIRES
PLUS CIRCLES TRIANGLES & SQUARES
WHATEVER MASK A GOD MAY WEAR
THE VEIL IS RENT! THE FACT LAID BARE:
THE SOUL OF CHRIST IS LIVING THERE.
IN BEATING HEARTS & EAGER EARS
THE TRUE DIVINITY APPEARS
THROUGH FISH-EYE LENS & FUZZY BLURS
TRANSLATED INTO SPELLS & CURES
AND ANCHORED DOWN WITH DIRTY CHORES
AND CHATTED UP BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.
FOR WAS HE SO & WHA’D HE SAY?
AND PRAY WHAT WAS HIS nom de plume?
AND DID HE LAY IN DUNG BY DAY?
AND DID HE SING OF JOY OR DOOM?
AND DID HE WEAR A BODY BAG?
OR WAS HE JUST A GHOST IN DRAG?
THE ANSWER TO THE FIRST IS THIS:
HE KISSED THE SKY & BIT THE DUST
AND FIRED A SHOT & BLEW A KISS.
THE ANSWER TO THE SECOND, THUS:
THEY ENTERED INTO MORTAL RANK
AND WERE NOT KNOWN AS SUE AND FRANK
AND DID NOT TRAVEL IN A TANK
THE VIRGIN/JESUS (HUMAN FORM)
DID NOT SHIRK TO WALK THE PLANK
BAREFOOT THROUGH THE DESERT STORM.
AND YES HE LAY IN SHIT BY DAY
AND WHEN ASKED WHY HE SAID, TO WIT,
‘BECAUSE IT’S SUCH A HANDY WAY
OF MAKING MANKIND INFINITE.
FOR WHO WOULD SURELY BE A SLAVE
IS WHO WILL NOT RETURN MY CALL’
AND LAST BUT NEVER LEAST HE GAVE
HIS POST OFFICE ADDRESS TO ALL.
WITH GOD & MORTAL IN HIM SPLICED
HE LABOURS IN THE HOUSE OF CHRIST
AND SIGNALS ALL MAY ENTER NOW
THE WAY IS CLEAR & THIS IS HOW
ALL FAITH & VERMIN, HOPE & DREAD
WITHIN THE INNER SANCTUM THRIVE
THE FIELD IS FILLED WITH WALKING DEAD
THE PRIMAL QUEEN HAS COME ALIVE!
SHE DANCES UP & DOWN THE AISLE
DISPLAYS A BOLD & BRAZEN SMILE
A CUNNING STUNT PERFORMS, MEANWHILE
WITH ANCIENT WATERS OF THE NILE
FILLING TIL THE HEAD DOTH SWIM
THE CUP OF SENSES TO THE BRIM
SHOT WITH BLOODLUST GRAVE & GRIM
A FLASH OF FEAR, AN INKLING DIM.
O DON’T THEY MAKE A STUNNING PAIR?
AND WON’T THEY SOON BE BACK FOR MORE
TO GIVE US EACH AN EQUAL SHARE
OF JESUS PIMP & MARY WHORE
RELEASED FROM SIN, FOREVER FAIR
FOREVER RICH & NEVER POOR!
FOR LAWS OF JEALOUS GODS ARE PURE
AND MADE OF STONES WITH EDGES HARD
AND LIMBOS ARE PERFECTED FOR
THE SPORT OF SATAN’S UPSTART BROOD.
FOR WHAT’S IN STORE & WHAT’S AT STAKE
TURN OUT TO BE ONE AND THE SAME
THE VERY SOUL IS ON THE TAKE
AND GODHEAD IS A PARLOR GAME
AND ANY PETTY CRIMINAL
CAN STILL PULL OFF A HEIST
BY THINKING LIKE AN ANIMAL
AND ACTING LIKE A CHRIST.
WHILE ALL THE DEMONS OF THE AGE
IN ACTIVE SILENT FURY RAGE
MAINTAINING CONSTANT SLEEPLESS VIGIL
CLEAVING TO A RIGID SCHEDULE
UPENDING THE HOUR GLASS
TIL WHAT MUST BE HAS COME TO PASS.
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AT LAST ON BRISTLING CHRISTMAS DAY
TWO THOUSAND WINTERS PASS AWAY
& STILL THE HEART OF DARKNESS MAY
INVITE THE HOLY ONE TO STAY
UPON THE BASEMENT FLOOR TO LAY
& ALL THE HOUSEHOLD EVILS SLAY.
WITH FRIENDS & LOVED ONES GATHERED ROUND
AND POPCORN TETHERED TO THE TREE
JUNKFOOD, CAROLS, BUTTERED RUM
THE YULETIDE SPIRITS WANDER FREE.
AND NONE ALLOW THE SMELL OF FEAR
THEIR HAPPINESS TO STAIN OR SMEAR
AND NONE ADMIT THE STENCH OF SIN
TO CROSS THE LINE, TO ENTER IN
FOR ALL PREFER TO DANCE & SING
AND NOW’S THE TIME TO LAUGH & GRIN:
AND SWIRL & SWAY & SWING & SPIN
LET NEW JERUSALEM BEGIN!
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AS EVERY HOUSEHOLD EVIL DIES
UPON US GAZE THOSE LOVING EYES
THOUGH DARTS & DAGGERS CUT THE AIR
WE ALL RECEIVE HIS TENDER CARE
AND ALL WHO DARE TO CROSS HIS PATH
MUST FACE THE FIRE OF HIS WRATH.
UNTIL ON HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVENING
MERRIMENT & MAYHEM SEETHE
SOME ARE STANDING, SOME ARE KNEELING
SOME THIS NIGHT WILL CEASE TO BREATHE.
AND SOME WILL BE CREATED NEW
AS IF FROM ASHES ANGELS GREW
AS IF EACH DAY THE DEAD DID RISE
AS IF EACH NIGHT THE SPIRIT FLEW
TO REGIONS RED & EVERLASTING
FLESH IS BREAD & BLOOD IS TASTING
SULTRY, SALTY, SWEET AS DEW.
& EVERY GLOWING SCALDING EMBER
LUMINATES THE HOUSE OF GOD
OF WHICH EACH HUMAN IS A MEMBER
EVERY WANKER TWIT & SOD
ALL STAND IN LINE TO WITNESS HIM
EACH POLLY FREDRICK HANK & PAM
TO STROKE HIS HIDE & KISS HIS HEM
& FONDLE THE BRIDE OF THE LAMB.
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INTO ECSTATIC EXMASS NIGHT
THE PROPHET SINGS THIS PSEUDO-PSALM
WITHIN THY BOSOM TO IGNITE
A NEGLIGEE OF PINK CHIFFON.
FOR IN THE FRAIL FRIGID SEASON
HIGH ON RHYME & LOW ON REASON
FEAR & VISION HAVE SUFFICED
TO RAISE AGAIN
ETERNAL CHRIST
