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This is The End; my only friend, The End.
The Lords have secret entrances and they know disguises. But they give themselves away in minor ways. Too much glint of light in the eye. A wrong gesture. Too long and curious a glance.
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
Her cunt gripped him like a warm friendly hand.
An American Prayer (1978)
We chased our pleasures here,
Dug our treasures there,
But can you still recall
The time we cried?
Break on through to the other side!
Cinema returns us to anima, religion of matter, which gives each thing its special divinity and sees gods in all things and beings. Cinema, heir of alchemy, last of an erotic science.
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
Always a playground instructor, never a Killer
An American Prayer (1978)
Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.
Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
Five to one, baby
One in five
No one here gets out alive, now
You get yours, baby
I'll get mine
Gonna make it, baby
If we try.
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
An American Prayer (1978)
(Windows work two ways, mirrors one way.)
You never walk through mirrors or swim through windows.
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
Lying on stained wretched sheets with the bleeding virgin,
we could plan a murder...or start a religion.
An American Prayer (1978)
The world becomes an apparently infinite,
yet possibly finite, card game.
Image combinations,
permutations,
comprise the world game.
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
They can picture love affairs of chemicals and stars, a romance of stones, or the fertility of fire. Strange, fertile correspondences the alchemists sensed in unlikely orders of being. Between men and planets, plants and gestures, words and weather.
The Lords and the New Creatures: Poems (1969)
O great creator of being
grant us one more hour to
perform our art
and perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine
& dying
We live, we die
and death not ends it
An American Prayer (1978)
Indian, Indian what did you die for?
Indian says, nothing at all.
An American Prayer (1978)
The old get older
And the young get stronger
May take a week
And it may take longer
They got the guns
But we got the numbers
Gonna win, yeah
We're takin' over
Come on!
You know the day destroys the night,
Night divides the day,
Tried to run —
Tried to hide —
Break on through to the other side!
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower.
I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
An American Prayer (1978)
Take an Indian home to lunch.