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
& perfect our lives

The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
& death not ends it
Journey we more into the
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
W/ 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
& 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 & 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

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
& love we must, in beds of rust

Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams
& 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 & pout
ravings for a mad

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors
(& 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.
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

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaw reveals incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a
feast of Friends
To the Giant family

  • (II)

    Great screaming Christ
    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

    '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 thn 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
    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

  • (III)

    Are you more real than me
    I'll burn you, & set you free
    Wept bitter tears
    Excessive courtesy
    I won't forget

  • (IV)

    A hot sick lava flowed up,
    Rustling & 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

    Air base in the desert
    looking out venetian blinds
    a plane
    a desert
    flower cool cartoon

    The rest of the
    is reckless & dangerous
    Look at the
    Stag films

  • A ship leaves port
    mean horse of another thicket
    wishbone of desire
    decry the metal fox


  • © Jim Morrison


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