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