Me, Myself, and I

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?

Lets 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 passiond 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 kings 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)
Resident mockery
Give us an hour for magic
We of the purple glove
We of the starling flight
& velvet hour
We of arabic pleasuress breed
We of sundome & the night

Give us a creed

To believe

A night of lust

Give us trust in

The night

Give us color

of a hundred hues

A rich mandala

For me & for 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 school books

Did you know madmen are
Running our prisons
Within a jail, within a gail
Within a white free protestant
Maelstrom

Were perched headlong
On the edge of boredom

Were reaching for death
On the end of a candle

Were trying for something
Thats already found us

Wow, Im sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South

Cruel bindings

The sevants have the power

Dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

Im 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 thats plowed
They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned for

Like a scaring over-friendly guest youve
Brought to bed

Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as ravens claw

I will not go.

I prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family.

.

ATTACK : SUSTAIN : DECAY : RELEASE

.

"All of us are lying in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
"Genius lasts longer than beauty"

Bees

Lak

Mad As Hell

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