Nic Custer

Rookie (May 1,1988- / Flint, Michigan, USA)

Your Vinyl Tounge - Poem by Nic Custer

You can be my preacher
as long as you're
not a broken record.
Because from what
I've heard by the
7th track the
message usually
repeats and
instead of turning the table
on themselves,
the DJ priests
just listen 5 beats ahead
and let the song
spin untouched in circles.
And week after weak,
I sit down listening
to the same radio edited
sermons spin off
your vinyl tongue.
The predictable play list
of the Sinning my Way to Hell mambo
and the 10 broken beats,
no longer commanding attension.
What I want is a pastor
with MP3 capabilities and
a wireless connection
to the almighty,
streaming the word of God
at 6 megabites a second
into my ears.
I want a spiritual leader
that can remix the
trumpting angels-
Micheal, Miles and Gabe
into the background of
his own 3 minute: 16 second
long revelation,
that makes
me want to
bow my head and exhault
with an 'AMEN! '
I want to hear a
spoken word sermon
that does not end with
'...the word of the Lord, '
but begins with it.
I want all of this
and I want it

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 8, 2008

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