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 born yet

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

& 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

Guerrilla 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

Death not ends it

Journey we more into the

Nightmare

Cling to life

Our passioned 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 pleasure's breed

We of sundome & 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

Ffor me & 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 & 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 & 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 & wanton thrillful

Comes death on a 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

 

Great screaming Christ

Upsy-daisy

Lazy Mary will you get 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, & silent.

As we seated & were darkened

The Voice continued:

"The program for this evening

Is not new. You have seen

This entertainment thru & thru.

You've seen your birth, your

Life & 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 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

Without lodging a dollar

Shall I say it again

Aoud, you get the point

No food without 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

Omy new collar

Arrogant prose

Tied in a network of fast quest

Hence the obsession

Its quick to admit

Fast 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

 

Matchbox

Are you more real than me

I'll burn you, & set you free

Wept bitter tears

Excessive courtesy

I won't forget

 

A hot sick lava flowed up,

Rustling & bubbling.

The paper face.

Mirror-mask, I love you mirror.

He had been brainwashed for 4hrs.

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 } \par

A plane

A desert flower

Cool cartoon

The rest of the

World

Is reckless and dangerous

Look at the

Brothels

Stag films

Exploration

 

A ship leaves port

1 mean horse of another thicket

Wishbone of desire

Decry the metal fox