An american Prayer, poema de Jim Morrison

Jim Morrison


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 teh 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

and perfect our lives

The moths and atheists are doubly divine

and dying

We live, we die

and death not ends it

Journey we more into the


Cling to life

Our passion’d flower

Cling to cunts and cocks

of despair

We got our final vision

by clap

Columbus’ groin got

filled with green death

(I touched her thigh

and death smiled)

We have assembled inside this ancient

and insane theatre

To propogate our lust for life

and flee the swarming wisdom

of the streets

The barns are stormed

The windows kept

And only one of all the rest

To dance and save us

With divine mockery

of words

Music inflames temperament

(When the true King’s murderers

are allowed to run free

a thousand Magicians arise

in the land)

Where are the feasts we were promised

Where is the wine

The New Wine

(dying on the vine)