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The American Night

for leather accrues

The miracle of the streets

The scents & smogs &

pollens of existence

 

Shiny blackness

so totally naked she was

Totally un-hung-up

 

We looked around

lights now on

Top see our fellow travellers

~~~

 

I am troubled

Immeasurably

By your eyes

 

I am struck

By the feather

of your soft

Reply

 

The sound of glass

Speaks quick

Disdain

 

And conceals

What your eyes fight

To explain

~~~

 

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

~~~

 

Everything human

is leaving

her face

 

Soon she will disappear

into the calm

vegetable

morass

 

Stay!

 

My Wild Love!

~~~

 

I get my best ideas when the

telephone rings & rings. It’s no fun

To feel like a fool-when your

baby’s gone. A new ax to my head:

Possession. I create my own sword

of Damascus. I’ve done nothing w/time.

A little tot prancing the boards playing

w/Revolution. When out there the

World awaits & abounds w/heavy gangs

of murderers & real madmen. Hanging

from windows as if to say: I’m bold-

do you love me? Just for tonight.

A One Night Stand. A dog howls & whines

at the glass sliding door (why can’t I

be in there?) A cat yowls. A car engine

revs & races against the grain- dry

rasping carbon protest. I put the book

down- & begin my own book.

Love for the fat girl.

When will SHE get here?

~~~

 

In the gloom

In the shady living room

where we lived & died

& laughed & cried

& the pride of our relationship

took hold that summer

What a trip

To hold your hand

& tell the cops

you’re not 16

no runaway

The wino left a little in

the old blue desert

bottle

Cattle skulls

the cliche of rats

who skim the trees

in search of fat

Hip children invade the grounds

& sleep in the wet grass

’til the dogs rush out

I’m going South!

Written by
Jim Morrison
1943-1971 / Male / American
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