Sunday, January 1, 2012

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

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