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An American Prayer
Do you know the warm progress under the stars? Do you know we exist? Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom? Have you been borne yet and are you alive? Let's reinvent the gods, all the myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests (Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war?) We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees of the forest Our mother is dead in the sea Do you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals and that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood Do you know we are ruled by T.V. The moon is a dry blood beast Guerilla bands are rolling numbers in the next block of green vine amassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art and perfect our lives The moths and atheists are doubly divine and dying We live, we die and death not ends it Journey we more into the Nightmare Cling to life our passion'd flower Cling to cunts and cocks of despair We got our final vision by clap Columbus' groin got filled with green death (I touched her thigh and death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient and insane theatre To propagate our lust for life and flee the swarming wisdom of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept and only one of all the rest To dance and save us With the divine mockery of words Music inflames temperament (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land) Where are the feasts we were promised Where is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) resident mockery give us an hour for magic We of the purple glove We of the starling flight and velvet hour We of arabic pleasure's breed We of sundome and the night Give us a creed To believe A night of Lust Give us trust in The Night Give of color hundred hues a rich Mandala for me and you And for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom and a bed Troubled decree Resident mockery has claimed thee We used to believe in the good old days We still receive In little ways The Things of Kindness And unsporting brow Forget and allow Did you know freedom exists in a school book Did you know madmen are running our prison within a jail, within a gaol within a white free protestant Maelstrom We're perched headlong on the edge of boredom We're reaching for death on the end of a candle We're trying for something That's already found us We can invent Kingdoms of our own grand purple thrones, those chairs of lust and love we must, in beds of rust Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams and muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams while mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust Scratched on foreheads of walls of trust This is just jail for those who must get up in the morning and fight for such unusable standards while weeping maidens show-off penury and pout ravings for a mad staff Wow, I'm sick of doubt Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings The servants have the power dog-men and their mean women pulling poor blankets over our sailors (and where were you in our lean hour) Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies, rubies must now replace aborted Strangers in the mud These mutants, blood-meal for the plant that's plowed They are waiting to take us into the severed garden Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful comes death on strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws No more money, no more fancy dress This other Kingdom seems by far the best until its other jaw reveals incest and loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant family II Great screaming Christ Upsy-daisy Lazy Mary will get you up upon a Sunday morning "The movie will begin in 5 moments" The mindless Voice announced "All those unseated, will await The next show" We filed slowly, languidly into the hall. The auditorium was vast, and silent. As we seated and were darkened The Voice continued: "The program for this evening is not new. You have seen This entertainment thru and thru. You've seen your birth, your life and death; you might recall all of the rest -- (did you have a good world when you died?) -- enough to base a movie on?" An iron chuckle rapped our minds like a fist. I'm getting out of here Where're you going? To the other side of the morning Please don't chase the clouds pagodas, temples Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand. "It's all right. All your friends are here." When can I meet them? "After you've eaten" I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, impossible concentration Here come the comedians look at them smile Watch them dance an indian mile Look at them gesture How aplomb So to gesture everyone Words dissemble Words be quick Words resemble walking sticks Plant them They will grow Watch them waver so I'll always be a word-man Better than a birdman But I'll charge Won't get away w/out lodging a dollar Shall I say it again aloud, you get the point No food w/out fuel's gain I'll be, the irish loud unleashed my beak at peak of powers O girl, unleash your worried comb O worried mind Sin in the fallen Backwoods by the blind She smells debt on my new collar Arrogant prose Tied in a network of fast quest Hence the obsession Its quick to admit Fats borrowed rhythm Woman came between them Women of the world unite Make the world safe For a scandalous life Hee Heee Cut your throat Life is a joke Your wife's in a moat The same boat Here comes the goat Blood Blood Blood Blood They're making a joke of our universe III Matchbox Are you more real than me I'll burn you, and set you free Wept bitter tears Excessive courtesy I won't forget IV A hot sick lava flowed up, Rustling and bubbling. The paper-face. Mirror-mask, I love you mirror. He had been brainwashed for 4 hrs. The LT. puzzled in again "ready to talk" "No sir" -- was all he'd say. Go back to the gym. Very peaceful Meditation Air base in the desert looking out venetian blinds a plane a desert flower cool cartoon The rest of the World is reckless and dangerous Look at the brothels Stag films Exploration V A ship leaves port mean horse of another thicket wishbone of desire decry the metal fox |
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