Sunday, January 1, 2012

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as she wrote
she saw
glimmer of light
photosynthesis redefined
colors refracted in rainbow hues
she saw
atoms spinning forever
making things matter
the cellular truth in constant division and refinement
she saw the intangible beyond the concrete
the strong mortar holding thought to thought
a foundation impenetrable to termite lies
she wrote beyond the subjects and predicates of her days
conjunctions keeping her intact
tenses present and kicking inside waiting to be born
she saw the devil and laughed in its face
she saw the real behind the smoke and felt her way through the maze
she saw pain beneath her placid smile and acknowledged it as her own
she saw the love of her life and recognized her own face
and as she wrote
she saw the god in herself
she saw the god in herself
she saw the god in HERSELF

prayer for lynda

all praises to the microphone
all praises
all praises to the microphone
all praises
all praises to the microphone
all praises
all praises to the microphone
for keeping my secrets
for listening to me when others would not
for amplifying my thoughts into poem
for loving me when no one else would
for setting me free
for setting me free
don't you know this mike is a priest and I'm the confessor
don't you know the coffeehouse table is my altar
don't you know that I'd lay down my life for the verb
mike hear my prayer
o mike hear my prayer
espresso machine whirring like a prayer wheel in the background
electric beats per minute of a poet spinning nouns
audience throwing themselves on the altar of the alphabet
mc leading us like a prophet to the promised land
word, set us free
word, set us free
in a war-filled world
we lay down arms for the word
when the money gets tight
we invest in the word
when there's no job to go to
we work for the word
when life beats us down
when hope slips thru our fingers
when we have no choice
we bow to the word
we bow to the word
we bow to the word
and we bow to the mike
we praise you
amen