Song of the Miscreants On Glory Road

Storm into that room so you will be seen, and hold up high, sun salute that body, that vessel you got! Take every vertebrae, mmm pull it taught Pull it. Pull it as twine itself wrapped around my words- each bone creaking like footfalls on old wooden stairs. And look directly at your soul- Do not squirm in the shame of your nakedness - beautiful lustful abundantly naked- Instead Crest, oh lord, White swirling madness of intentions. and take these old bones, baby- take this body Take these old bones of mine and pull them up, Stretch, find the strength! and pull- Take those limped shoulders and throw them back to the gods! Oh your rusted soul, fill it with water from the Darma Dirty Crick. And it might burn- sting and sour. Make you cough, choke and sputter. But oh Renewed, Renewed! And you start out with the feet, kicking rocks on the road, mmmm. And end with the head bowed back with a psalm bouncing on red berry lips, mmm Oh, yes! Hands out to glory, oh feet moving, dancing hot pavement below like Hades. Step and another, another. Until your out of frame... Oh glory is the road. Cleaned and cleansed as you go, Hear me? Cleansed as you go, down Sinner Lane. Cleansed and cleansing is the road of the revival parade. sahn 8/25/14 I write. Whenever anyone reads my work? I'm always just a little bit amazed . Thank you, as always.