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Space Grab

from Bummer City's Best Lawn by La Chancla

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There I fall, embracing the ground,
As a homely estate, laying low to be found
Facing the weight of my fate.
Skinned knee, but my Band-Aids will save me
Tie the laces like trust, spin the wheels to prove hardy
Roller skates, on the brink of the ring at the rink, dropped my sign down the sink
and (re)covered her hair, oh what would the angels think?
One season at a time, just like you said
One step for each season, ground collided with tread
Help me Holy Lord, I feel the dark of earthly dread
the pull of soil to which I'm planted
With this noose around my neck

When the foggy hand crawls like a mask and the shape-
[You're] stalked and haunted at night in a seaside escape,
Hold onto the pour as it rains on drab landscapes
Alive and feeling more as the droplets take shape on my skin and spread, oh where could we be found attached to the Head or attached at the hip like a crippled freak on a sideshow stage as they speak of the horrors inside the cage of a tent where I live and I die!

When the angelic choruses raise, we, lift our voices as the tune of carols we sung, praise subtlety!
And I shudder to think that the words on my lips carry weight like the burden of grief
And you know what they'll think when they see Mercy hover over and crawl up to me, as He hung on a tree, and I've nothing left to hold dearest and close but the sigil of breath in this clay.
Pressed in with shapes and lit in the kiln to be traced back to the initial place from where it came.
Signed, sincerely Yours.

Tending the ground as garden I'm placed in,
Down in the holes through the tunnels of gravity
Lucid like stardust and soaring like comets
Tied to the Earth but floating through galaxies
Sweat from my brow, toil in the workday
Hold me now, while I call out the doomsday
Tend to the shoots and leaves in Your rescue
Cosmic Hand outstretched, along with the fresh dew
Enamored with a dark sky of realities
Lulled through the circle into the Heavenlies
Everything that I hold, dust bunnies and ashes
Focus intent on the cleanse of those lashes

The Word became dirt and took flesh on!
You are past the void!
One with totality of God in the Son
You are there!

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from Bummer City's Best Lawn, released March 5, 2019

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La Chancla Kansas City, Missouri

Out they came, from a pile of radioactive ooze, mutated through the ages to the tune of halcyon humming and the aural auras of intergalactic crickets, and rising now, instruments of cosmic tomfoolery in hand... La Chancla!

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