When can I meet them?"After you've eaten"I'm not hungry"O, we meant beaten" "It's all right.All your friends are here." Her cunt gripped himlike a warm friendlyhand. I'm getting out of hereWhere're you going?To the other side of the morningPlease don't chase the cloudspagodas, temples
You have seenThis entertainment thru & thru.You've seen your birth, yourlife & death you might recallall of the rest - (did youhave a good world when youdied?) - enough to basea movie on?"Īn iron chuckle rapped ourminds like a fist. The auditoriumwas vast, & silent.As we seated & were darkenedThe Voice continued: "The movie will begin in 5 moments"The mindless Voice announced"All those unseated, will awaitThe next show" Great screaming ChristUpsy-daisyLazy Mary will get you upupon a Sunday morning I will not goPrefer a Feast of FriendsTo the Giant family No more money, no more fancy dressThis other Kingdom seems by far the bestuntil its other jaw reveals incest& loose obedience to a vegetable law They are waiting to take us into the severed gardenDo you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on strange hour unannounced, unplanned forlike a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bedDeath makes angels of us all & gives us wingswhere we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws I want roses inmy garden bower dig?Royal babies, rubiesmust now replace abortedStrangers in the mudThese mutants, blood-mealfor the plant that's plowed Wow, I'm sick of doubtLive in the light of certainSouthĬruel bindingsThe servants have the powerdog-men & their mean womenpulling poor blankets overour sailors(& where were you in our lean hour)Milking your moustache?or grinding a flower?I'm sick of dour facesStaring at me from the T.V.Tower. Unusable standardswhile weeping maidensshow-off penury & poutravings for a madstaff To be a collage of magazine dustScratched on foreheads of walls of trustThis is just jail for those who mustget up in the morning & fight for such Steel doors lock in prisoner's screams& muzak, AM, rocks their dreamsNo black men's pride to hoist the beamswhile mocking angels sift what seems We can invent Kingdoms of our owngrand purple thrones, those chairs of lust& love we must, in beds of rust We're perched headlong on the edge of boredomWe're reaching for death on the end of a candleWe're trying for something That's already found us
The Things of Kindness& unsporting browForget & allowĭid you know freedom exists in a school bookDid you know madmen are running our prisonw/in a jail, w/in a gaolw/in a white free protestantMaelstrom
We used to believein the good old daysWe still receiveIn little ways Troubled decreeResident mockeryhas claimed thee & for your silkypillowed housea head, wisdom& a bed Give of colorhundred huesa rich Mandalafor me & you Give us a creedTo believeA night of LustGive us trust inThe Night Resident mockerygive us an hour for magicWe of the purple gloveWe of the starling flight& velvet hourWe of arabic pleasure's breedWe of sundome & the night Where are the feasts we were promisedWhere is the wine The New Wine (dying on the vine) (When the true King's murderers are allowed to roam free a 1000 magicians arise in the land)
We have assembled inside this ancient & insane theatreTo propagate our lust for life & flee the swarming wisdom of the streetsThe barns are stormedThe windows kept& only one of all the restTo dance & save usW/ the divine mockery of wordsMusic inflames temperament The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dyingWe live, we die& death not ends itJourney we more into the NightmareCling to life our passion'd flowerCling to cunts & cocks of despairWe got our final vision by clapColumbus' groin got filled with green death (I touched her thigh & death smiled) O great creator of beinggrant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives Rolling numbers in the next block of green vineamassing for warfare on innocent herdsmen who are just dying The moon is a dry blood beastGuerilla bands are & that fat slow generals are getting obscene on young blood The fathers are cackling in trees of the forestĭo you know we are being led to slaughters by placid admirals Of the agesCelebrate symbols from deep elder forests Have you forgotten the keys to the Kingdom?
Do you know the warm progress under the stars?