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! •
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