no more cryptic prayers

"You feel frustrated, depressed and life is unbearable, because you can't do the one thing you love to do most." ~ Rachel Ballon

i need a serious angel

a grand slab of reason

a knock on the head

with peaches and cream

anything but what i have

anything but this grand sadness

i need a national anthem

i need truth in reconciliation

i'm not a founder of nations

but an astute hanger-on

jazz for the masses

blues for my sorry soul

i need my old purple mountains

some good old fashioned philo

a poem that will rock my world

with a simple fait accompli

anything but what i see

anything but this droning tv

(and in hd, their eyes follow me)

i need and need and need some more

like a good american consumer girl

fuck my passions fuck them all

including obsessive jailhouse rock

alibis for living low alibis and more!

like dirty hair and dirty socks

(and dirty looks in the dark with dreams on)

anything but this sad city

any place but the pacific nw

any appendage but a one track head

anything but this sick fucking bed

i'm waiting for a letter that says

we've found you a woodland nest

and every word that you catch

counts for a basket

here in provence

here among the olives

inspired by italia

which lives on sur la langue

lady get up and

need no more!

break out because even small

animals have heard your prayers

and it's fait accompli, fait accompli

no more cryptic prayers no need