Church of the Kitchen Sink

Church of the Kitchen Sink

Lay down your alms at the altar of Joseph and Dee Dee Ramone.

Light a votive; the lowest common denominator is dearest, here,

in the Church of the Kitchen Sink (in the Church of the Kitchen Sink).

We have many things in common; we agree to disappear.

We have questions; we question motives of all the blackbirds singing here.

This is the juice of the oldest orchard. This is the fruit. This is the lamb.

I could feed you — you could feed me —but the hatchet-man hacked off our hands.

 

I feel closer to you

I feel closer to you

I feel closer

I feel closer to you

I feel closer to you

I feel closer

 

I grew up in front of a family of four hundred and twenty nine,

who never came together; they’d visit in twelves and only some of the time.

I wonder if they’d know me, gathered in one place, 

if every sister and brother and mother and lover and father and cousin and pal,

with diaries and with notebooks, with memories and with tapes …

would dozenth version show a different guy with a similar face?

 

I feel closer to you

I feel closer to you

I feel closer

I feel closer to you

I feel closer to you

I feel closer

Hey, hey, hey

 

Do you remember those days on the radio,

do you remember those days in our cars,

when everything seemed very local and nothing felt very far?

Those were the days we ran like a wild pack,

the days we broadcast like stars,

and the big dish receivers read every signal; 

the scientists resurrected microbes from Mars.

The walls cooled down. The Internet hummed.

And we flickered transistor brilliant. 

And we coupled blue electric.

And we ate from each other’s fingers.

And there was no Spongifora.

And we were barely vegetarian.

We were barely out of the garden.

And we were waiting for our messiah.

And we were open to invention

in the Church of the Kitchen Sink (in the Church of the Kitchen Sink),

in the Church of the Kitchen Sink (in the Church of the Kitchen Sink),

in the Church of the Kitchen Sink (in the Church of the Kitchen Sink).

 

(Life Underwater Music, 2002)

 

James O'Brien