Singular revolution

by m lewis redford

Reblogged from earthslang:

You say the revolution won't be televised,

But tell me, brother, why then are these steepled people

On my TV, preaching, teaching, screeching through the screen,

Histrionics in the pews, convulsions on the concrete and

Instant indulgences in priests' pockets

Being spent on suicidal mission rockets

To outer-spaced, inner limit win it in a minute

Money mugged from people picking other people's pockets.

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a thunderous blow, rolling across the heavens until lost beyond some horizon, and then suddenly back in your face and my face and everyone else's face that ever turned on a tv or cruised the net; I wondered if this would pall after eight months, but it doesn't, it becomes even more ruddy over time as if in an oak casket; and from one so young (he said patronisingly because she is probably not much younger than Ginsberg when he howled); Earthslang has not published anything since May, please visit her site and bring her back