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1、doorpoemAlbum Poem CollectionAN AMERICAN PRAYERPoems, Lyrics, Stories and Artwork byJames Douglas MorrisonIs everybody in? Is everybody in?Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin.WAKE UP! You cant remember where it was。Has this dream stopped? AWAKEShake dreams from your hairMy pretty child,

2、my sweet one.Choose the day and choose the sign of your dayThe days divinityFirst thing you see.A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moonCouples naked race down by its quiet sideAnd we laugh like soft, mad childrenSmug in the woolly cotton brains on infancy.The music and voices are all around us.C

3、hoose, they croon, the Ancient OnesThe time has come again.Choose now, they croon,Beneath the moonBeside an ancient lake.Enter again the sweet forest,Enter the hot dream,Come with us,Everything is broken up and dances. GHOST SONGIndians scattered on dawns highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young child

4、s fragile eggshell mind.Me and my — mother and father — and a grandmother and a grandfather — were driving through the desert, at dawn,and a truck load of Indian workers had either hitanother car, or just — I dont know what happened —but there were Indians scattered all

5、 over the highway,bleeding to death.So the car pulls up and stops. That was the first timeI tasted fear. I musta been about four — like a childis like a flower, his head is floating in the breeze,man.The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back— is that the souls of the ghosts

6、of those deadIndians. maybe one or two of em. were just runningaround freaking out, and just leaped into my soul. Andtheyre still in there.Indians scattered on dawns highway bleedingGhosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind.Indian, Indian what did you die for?Indian says, nothing at all.Ge

7、ntly they stir, gently rise.The dead are newborn awakeningWith ravaged limbs and wet souls,Gently they sigh in rapt funeral amazement.Who called these dead to dance?Was it the young woman learning to play the ghost songon her baby grand?Was it the wilderness children?Was it the ghost god himself, st

8、uttering, cheering,chatting blindly?I called you up to anoint the earth.I called you to announce sadness falling like burnedskin.I called to wish you well,To glory in self like a new monster.And now I call on you to pray.A MILITARY STATION IN THE DESERTCan we resolve the past,Lurking jaws, joints of

9、 time?The BaseTo come of age in a dry place,Holes and caves.My friend drove an hour each day from the mountains.The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap.Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show.They gave out free records to the best couple.Spades dance best, from the hip.The music

10、 was new,black polished chromeAnd came over the summerlike liquid night.The DJs took pills to stay awakeand play for seven days.They went to the studioand someone knew him;Someone knew the TV showman.He came to your homeroom partyand played recordsAnd when he left in the hot noon sunand walked to hi

11、s car,We saw the chooks had writtenF-U-C-K on his windshieldHe wiped it off with a white ragand smiling coolly drove away.Hes rich. Got a big car.My gang will get you.Scenes of rape in the arroyoSeductions in cars, abandoned buildings.Fights at the food stand.The dust.The shoes.Open shirts and raise

12、d collars.Bright sculptured hair. Hey man, you want girls, pills, grass? Cmon.I show you good time.This place has everything. Cmon.I show you.Angels and sailors,rich girls,backyard fences,tents,Dreams watching each other narrowly,Soft luxuriant cars.Girls in garages, strippedout to get liquor and cl

13、othes,half gallons of wine and six packs of beer.Jumped, humped, born to suffer,made to undress in the wilderness.I will never treat you meanNever start no kind of sceneIll tell you every place and person that Ive beenAlways a playground instructor, never a killer,Always a bridesmaid on the verge of

14、 fame or over,He maneuvered two girls in to his hotel room.One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer strangerVaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican.Poor boys thighs and buttocks scarred by a fathers belt,Shes trying to rise.Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games,Handsome lad, dead in a

15、 car.Confusion.No connections.Come ere.I love you.Peace on earth.Will you die for me?Eat me.This way.The end.Ill always be trueNever go out, sneaking out on you, babeIf only youll show me Far Arden again.Im surprised you could get it up.He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt.Havent I been thr

16、ough enough? she asks,Now dressed and leavingThe Spanish girl begins to bleed;She says her period.Its Catholic heaven.I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck,My chest is hard and brown.Lying on stained, wretched sheets with a bleeding virgin,We could plan a murder,Or start a religion.Ill te

17、ll you this.No eternal reward will forgive us nowFor wasting the dawn.Back in those days everything was simpler and more confused.One summer night, going to the pier,I ran into two young girls.The blonde was called Freedom,The dark one, Enterprise.We talked and they told me this story:Now listen to

18、this.Ill tell you about Texas radio and the big beat.Soft driven, slow and madLike some new language,Reaching your hand with the cold, sudden fury of a divine messenger.Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god,Wandering, wandering in hopeless night.Out here in the perimeter there are no s

19、tars,Out here we is stoned Immaculate.The movie will begin in five moments,The mindless voice announced,All those unseated will await the next show.We filed slowly, languidly into the hall.The auditorium was vast and silent.As we seated and darkened, the voice continued:The program for this evening

20、is not new,Youve seen this entertainment through and through.Youve seen your birth, your life and death,You might recall all of the rest.Did you have a good world when you died?Enough to base a movie on?Im getting out of here!Where are you going?To the other side of morning.Please dont chase the clo

21、uds, pagodasHer cunt gripped him like a warm, friendly hand.Its all right, all your friends are here.When can I meet them?After youve eaten.Im not hungry.Uh, we meant beaten.Silvery stream, silvery screamOooooh, impossible concentration.Curses, InvocationsWeird bate-headed mongrelsI keep expecting o

22、ne of you to rise.Large buxom obese queensGarden hogs and cunt veteransQuaint cabbage saintsShit hoarders and individualistsDrag strip officialsTight lipped losers andLustful fuck salesmenMy militant dandiesAll strange order of monstershot on the trail of the woodvineWe welcome you to our procession

23、.Here come the ComediansLook at them smileWatch them dance an Indian mile.Look at them gestureHow aplombSo to gesture everyone.Words dissembleWords be quickWords resemble walking sticks.Plant them they will grow Watch them waver so.Ill always be a word manBetter than a bird man. ALL HAIL THE AMERICA

24、N NIGHT!What was that? dont know.Sounds like guns. thunder.Ladies and gentlemen! From Los Angeles, California. The Doors!. Well I woke up this morningGot myself a beerWell, I woke up this morningGot myself a beerWell, the futures uncertainThe end is always near . . .The World on Fire . . . Taxi from

25、 Africa . . . The Grand Hotel . . .He was drunk a big party last night back, going backin all directions sleeping these insane hours Ill never wake upin a good mood again Im sick of these stinky boots.Lament for my cockSore and crucifiedI seek to know you.Acquiring soulful wisdom,You can open walls

26、of mystery,Stripshow.How to acquire death in the morning show.TV death which the child absorbsDeathwell mystery which makes me writeSlow train, the death of my cock gives life.Forgive the poor old people who gave us entrytaught us god in the childs prayer in the night.Guitar player,Ancient wise saty

27、r,Sing you ode to my cock.Caress its lament,Stiffen and guide us, we frozen.Lost cells, The knowledge of cancer,To speak to the heartAnd give the great gift:Words Power TranceThis stable friend and the beasts of his zoo,Wild haired chicks,Women flowery in their summit,Monsters of skin.Each color con

28、nectsto create the boatwhich rocks the race.Could any hell be more horrible than nowand real?I pressed her thigh and death smiled.Death, old friend,Death and my cock are the world.I can forgive my injuries in the name ofWisdom Luxury RomanceSentence upon sentenceWords are healing lamentFor the death

29、 of my cocks spiritHas no meaning in the soft fire.Words got me the wound and will get me well,If you believe it.All join now and lament for the death of my cockA tongue of knowledge in the feathered night.Boys get crazy in the head and suffer,I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence.Thoughts in

30、time and out of seasonAN AMERICAN PRAYERAlbum Poem CollectionPoems, Lyrics, Stories and Artwork byJames Douglas MorrisonTHE HITCHHIKERStood by the side of the roadAnd leveled his thumbIn the calm calculus of reasonHi. How you doin? I just got back into town. L.A.I was out on the desert for awhile.Ri

31、ders on the stormYeah. In the middle of it.Riders on the stormRight . . .Into this house were bornHey, listen, man, I really got a problem.Into this world were thrownWhen I was out on the desert, ya know,Like a dig without a boneAn actor out on loanI dont know how to tell you,Riders on the stormbut, ah, I kill