Newborn Awakening - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

Geopoliticus Child Watching the Birth of the New Man - Salvador Dali

Gently They Stir, Gently Rise

The Dead Are Newborn Awakening

With 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 Song On Her Baby Grand?

Was It The Wilderness Children?

Was It The Ghost God Himself, Stuttering, Cheering, Chatting Blindly?

I Called You Up To Anoint The Earth

I Called You To Announce Sadness Falling Like Burned Skin

I Called You To Wish You Well

To Glory In Self Like A New Monster

And Now I Call You To Pray

poem by James Douglas Morrison

The Movie - An American Prayer - poem by James Douglas Morrison

The Persistence of Memory - Salvador Dali

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 Were Darkened, The Voice Continued.

The Program For This Evening Is Not New

You've Seen This Entertainment Through And Through

You've 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?.

I'm Getting Out Of Here

Where Are You Going?

To The Other Side Of Morning

Please Don't Chase The Clouds, Pagodas

Her Cunt Gripped Him Like A Warm, Friendly Hand.

It's Alright, All Your Friends Are Here

When Can I Meet Them?

After You've Eaten

I'm Not Hungry

Uh, We Meant Beaten

Silver Stream, Silvery Scream

Oooooh, Impossible Concentration.

poem by James Douglas Morrison