Friday, May 25, 2012

Wilderness


by JIM MORRISON


The grand highway
is
crowded
w/
lovers
&
searchers
&
leavers
so
eager
to
please
&
forget.

Wilderness 

* * *
An angel runs
Thru the sudden light
Thru the room
A ghost precedes us
A shadow follows us
And each time we stop
We fall

* * *
An appearance of the devil
on a Venice canal.
Running, I saw a Satan
or Satyr, moving beside
me, a fleshly shadow
of my secret mind. Running,
Knowing.

* * *
The Wolf,
who lives under the rock
has invited me
to drink of his cool
Water.
Not to splash or bathe
But leave the sun
& know the dead desert
                       night
& the cold men
         who play there

* * *
Poet of the call-girl storm

She left a note on the bedroom door.
"If I'm out, bring me to."

* * *
She looked so sad in sleep
Like a friendly hand
        just out of reach
A candle stranded on
a beach
While the sun sinks low
an H-bomb in reverse

BIO:  James Douglas Morrison was born December 8, 1943 in Melbourne, Florida. Tragically, he died from a drug overdose on July 3, 1971 in Paris, France. Although he found fame as a member of the rock group The Doors, his real ambition was to write. By the time of his death, he had written an impressive catalogue of poems, anecdotes, epigrams, lyrics, essays, stories, outlines for plays, and film scripts.

R.I.P. JIM MORRISON

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