#johnagard

Get down ye angels from the heights. Try a few of earth’s numinous delights: the orgiastic rustling of the grass. The wind’s brazen feather tickling your arse.

Exchange your robe even for a day with the raiment of one made of clay. Lay down your harp and dig these pipes I play.

I’ll put my lips to the weeping reeds till temptation thrills the heart of every hill and the very stones begin the dance of leaves as if stones had gained a fluttering will.

Welcome ye cherubs to the carnal hubbub. Take a break from heaven’s eternal monotone. Inhabit the splendid risk of flesh and bone.

But wouldn’t you be devastated if they only serve decaffeinated while from the percolators of hell your soul was assaulted by Satan’s fresh espresso smell?”

-John Agard