AN AMERICAN PRAYER
		We live, we die & death not ends it Journey we more into the            Nightmare Cling to life            Our passion'd flower Cling to cunts & cocks            of despair We got our final vision            by clap Columbus' groin got            filled w/green death (I touched her thigh            & death smiled) We have assembled inside this ancient           & insane theatre To propagate our lust for life           & flee the swarming wisdom           of the streets The barns are stormed The windows kept & only one of all the rest To dance & 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
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            & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine            & dying
				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            & velvet hour We of arabic 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 For me and you & for your silky pillowed house a head, wisdom & 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 & unsporting brow Forget & allow Did you know freedom exists           in a school book Did you know madmen are           running our prison w/in a jail, w/in a gaol w/in 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.

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 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           & 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 it's other jaw reveals incest & loose obedience to a vegetable law I will not go Prefer a Feast of Friends To the Giant Family.

 

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