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another poem A SECRET HISTORY OF PRAYER AND SONG

Posted by kid_A on March 14, 2002, at 19:27:39


A SECRET HISTORY OF PRAYER AND SONG


prologue, a prayer for no one

this is a prayer for no one
a song for no one - a song
long forgotten, a prayer
left unanswered

what caused the lepers of 5th ave- to jump to
their feet cursing the leprosarium
blessing a NASDAQ cool that choked
a purple sky bending under jupiter and
Wall

some awesome prayer, sung silently sung
infinitely that leveled disbeliveers
to their knees who crawled teary-eyed into
Starbucks screaming for their liberties

to a beautiful miniscule prayer sung like a
whisper, "shhhh... i am your king,
but eight years of age today, bring
me the heads of your filthiest harlots"

who rocked on radio kaos that they might
burn the future of cry when their
sleepmates left home- sick from
war with the heartbreak

who raptured all the dumb and all the dead
and just anyone who might listen,
if only for a while

who stole fire for vegas stole fire for kasas city
stole for reno, and cursed those vectors that
tore at their livers for want of a
little meat

who self destructed, three times allready
burst into tears/flames, consumed (again)
by fear of telephone ring

who leered at passers by under the arcing
halos of streetlamp and october,
muttering a litany of complaints on
ailing justice and empty promise

and mothers who had drowned their young
resplendent starving babes, kicking
and screaming in the river surf

and for aaron of the moors, patron saint of
senseless violence, let not your sorrow
die, though we are dead

and for dawsons and for wards
and for jacksons and for carvers
and for astons of the new york

and for garrets and for daltons
and for vanderbilts, and for carters
and for morrises of the morrisania

and for skull and for bones

and for

hyper genome

and for bold

and for beautiful

and for

restless

and for

young.


a prayer for the beautific

oh beautiful siren oh beautiful and unsteady
pulse beat oh unholy the city of
imaculate subway halelujah

oh metal and parking lot oh flowers and
hope oh police and city of
spectre industry and unatainable
whores

oh darkness and light oh capitol and rape
oh blessed broken monolith

they are dreaming of you - lest you forget
they know that you steal from them

they are shaping words in cool glass like
dale - can you believe that?

they are blessing the sacrament through
blood and maybe some psychiatry

they are bored of morocco and life and lansky
blessed bentley blessed aston
blessed martin

they are alive through heartbeat channel no 5
china chow paper magazine blast furnace

they drug themselves up from mud into mud and
beyond mud to form ceramic phallus like
yeah, beyond that - into silicone

they are in congress with azrael under law
under mammon under the holy babel under
the magnificent lust of holy sodom

they are baring their breasts into ashes and
into dust and into klonopin, percodan and
halcion into wiccan rites of the samhain
into the tai chi

they choose what and who and when and where they
are blessed by genome to have choice

they are silent soul under moonlight into
winter under moonlight sunkiss under
moonlight never to be spoken of again

they are stealing hearts like candy
under the covers of darkness
under failing stars

they are cutting deep cuts into glass into fbi
delorean dreamgirl fuck into cosa nostra

they waiting for the welcome message
they waiting for hale-bopp

they are broken ideas and telephone horror
silent machinery perpetual motion
money under moonlight

they dive through strip-mined streets at
midnite dashing through their doorboys
sniffling and laughing - ha!

they are the rivers of silver the department
of treasury hampton and vale and
unlimited dollars

they are locking themselves into iron maidens
and fingering their loveworn
belts of broken chastity

they are vast and vissioned and uniform highways
they got unlimited clock

they are a crown of antlers and teenaged
death squads siphilus and rockets
pornographic hope so fleeting it
holds no comfort

they are inside the moment under moonlight
giving it away because its not there
and its gone before you got it
(into empty space)

they are destroying art they are fucking
on NEA grants for arts sakes god damn
them and that's okay by me

they are what you couldn't be and for you if
you could be it and what we would be
if we could aww fuck it

they are timeless inside of time and under
archon they rose bloodless and skyclad
to devour their daughters whole
like prostitute

they are iron and copper and metallic thunder they
hiawatha captor they chief thunderbird
castrator

they[re] will never be another one like you
they[re] will never be another one who
does the things you do

they are sucking up poetry like lightning they are
killing the word before you knew it
was word they are destructing
all consciousness

they frenchkiss electric they telepathic romance
they make light inside of darkness

they blood like money and faces like dollars
they are all holy amongst the blessed
ivanka - i christen thee, pocahontas
of the americas

they are the oh (open) and the m (closure)

they are the space between the words

they are the first, and they are the last
and they are the always

radiant solar stormgods

radiant super nova

they are breaking the boundaries of
time and space

epilogue, a prayer for the damned

what were we given? spit and blood and asphalt
some tyre yard of broken horses for girls

what nightmares and ignorance, what maniac
terror, what televised breakdown, what
choking colonial timebomb apartheid

what demonic army, what halting cruelty,
what slow drunk death by isolation

we can jam the fuck pch, we can get it live on
rock box, we can do it rock shock

we burn like joan of ark, dirty little secrets
and atomic bomb

we cold yeah - tired hungry lonely niggers

we starving, maniac basehead manic
yeah we wild in the streets

we are cool and we seek heat

we the unseen danger, unknown danger, monster
limitless danger, danger blankeyed
danger incomplete

we stuck with arrows we drawn and quartered
we eaten whole like christians

we make zombie television
we give radio exorcist

we hunt alleyway and redlight
looking for big bang who gave
up with a whimper

we make war for the massachusets we
draw blood for the new york we
suffer the connecticut

we huddle en masse and fuck like rabbits
we keep warm like cuban ex-
patriots

we got stuck in naked rooms for heresy,
blasphemies for Hadrian - who made
us strip (even though we longed
to strip) -to burn ourselves
for fun

we call this, rape fantasy

we junk punk, we rock robot, we nurture nature
disaster- sobbing deep and empty
sobs- we reach beyond our grasp

we were looking for lost continent but found only
atlantis, er, jericho, some shoddy, sullen
oasis of cheerless sand

and public execution, and military police,
and limitless heartbreak and
a promise derailed

and grocery horror, and arrested
rebirth, and words changing
nothing

and minds are changing

and wouldn't it be nice if we were older?

and dance with me and remember me and speak
softly of me in careful whisper

and didn't we almost have it all?

we sabotaged the homeless, we killed radio
telescope, we stayed up late
to watch for falling planets

we contemplated gravity, quantum, and the
steady state, we crawled on floors
we threw up blood

and drowned in false sense of security,
daybreak, and what a loss, what
a great artist the world has
lost

and then, like wolves, they were upon us!

we drowned on slave ships from the durban,
upper volta, and katanga, we
swallowed lucious gulps of
the salty sea air

and meditated through the window of our skin
and fell through cadillacs down
into city, into subway, and
fell through light, into Shiva

we died in plastic prison dragging feet,
screaming in awful shame

we blighted crops and poisoned wells,
we stole your slumbered babes

we swallowed pride, and electric shock,
we swallowed timeless hospital

and meaningless verse

and disco destruction

and prayers tiredly spoken

and pointless obsession

and persistence of memory

and empty medieval manhattan

and new radiant scorpio

and holographic japan

and endless
yin


and

this is a laugh


and

this is a drag


and

these are just words


and

these are the last words,
we will ever say.


january 12th, 2000

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