THE MESSIAH IN MINNESOTA
A Minneapolis Sunday morning
and an outer limits preacher
in an inner city church
has a thousand (feels
like a million)
singing
chanting
clapping
Flying high as the sky
on pure faith
and hundred proof
adrenalin
I stand at the podium
still hot from his exhorting
to confirm that I’m the man
come to buy their building
come to save their dream
And their love
is lifting me
lifting me lifting me
like I’ve never
been lifted before
We are one, and I am the one
carried along on the juice
and the song
And I don’t want it to ever end
don’t want to go back
to my chair
Don’t want to put my arms
down to my sides