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)

Resident mockery

Give us an hour for magic

We of the purple glove

We of the starling flight

& velvet hour

We of arabic pleasures'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 & 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 gaol

Within 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 sevants have the power





Dog-men & their mean women

Pulling poor blankets over

Our sailors





I'm sick of dour faces

Starong 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 stranger 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 its 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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