JESUS DISKO DJ
Flagellato, go solo
. Swing is scriptural, the synths corporeal. Crepuscular tempo.Headphones around his holy skull.No thorns now, thank you, only a corona o lights. Lasers spear the dance foordarkness, in a place dankwith saliva, sperm, and sulphur, the volume brutal and bright, like clank o hammer against nail.Blue neon rays stream through the holes in his palms.Jesus drops the needle and an unsot voice grips the ears o sad lovers with grie blacker than vinyl.Believe: salvation soars on the wings o a diva chorus, morphine o movement.From the hal-light o the sound booth he reignsmeek merciul, miraculous,shimmering in a robe o white smoke.Jesuscrossader o aiths, beats, ates. Only his head moves to the hammeringo kick drums.Jesusnailing the grooves with precision and suddenly the dancefoor is Babylon.Serpentine lovers slither against each other’s bodies.No more miracles conceived. No water changed into wine,no sh no bread loaves multiplied, no more sins to orgive, no sinners to receive.
Mercy, mercy, mercy
, Jesus barks into a urious megaphone.
Lose your soul in themusic and be saved.
Te thousand colors o disbelie gleam on a single mirror ballimpure moon,metallic miracles in echnicolor,the promise o paradise swelling with planetary strings, colliding with angry bongos, mad maracas, bellicose cowbells,triumphant trumpets and tambourines, blasphemous bass. All prayers spinningon black polymer plastic 75 revolutions per minute.Consider the needle and damage done to nerves and hopes. Consider thesituation, consider the absurdity.How impossible it is to believe in a savior in a discothequeYet how impossible to believe in a god who does not know how to dance.
Blessed are those who grieve alone.Blessed are those enslaved to the rhythm.Blessed are the impure of faith, the unclean heart
Jesus will save us all: as long as the record playswe won’t hear the world alling apart.