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
& 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 dry blood beast

Guerrilla bands are rolling numbers
In the next block of green vine

Amassing for warfare on innocent
Herdsman 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

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 with 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 are promised

Where is the wine
The new wine
(dying on the vine)
-Jim Morrison

Impossible concentration.