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The Connectors -2

The diamonds shone like broken glass

Upon the midnight street

And all atop the walls were wet

Their white eyes glint & sleek

 

Then from afar a gnome appeared

An angel flashed on furry feet

The boulevard became a river

While waiting crowds began to quiver

 

I was in a motel watching

Whiskey in my hand

Her breath was soft, the wind was warm

Someone in a room was born

~~~

 

Accomplishments:

 

To make works in the face

of the void

To gain form, identity

To rise from the herd-crowd

 

Public favor

Public fervor

 

even the bitter Poet-Madman is

a clown

Treading the boards

~~~

 

Cold electric music

Damage me

Rend my mind

w/your dark slumber

 

Cold temple of steel

Cold minds alive

on the strangled shore

 

Veterans of foreign wars

We are the soldiers of

Rock & Roll Wars

~~~

 

Whether to be a

great cagey perfumed

beast

dying under the

sweet patronage

of Kings

& exist like luxuriant

flowers beneath the

emblems of their

Strange empire

or by mere insouciant

faith

slap them, call their cards

spit on fate & cast hell

to flames in usury

 

by dying, nobly

we could exist like

innocent trolls

propogate our revels

& give the finger to the

gods in our private

bedrooms

 

let’s rather, maybe,

perhaps,

get ******* out in

the open, & by

swelling, jubilantly

Magnificently, end them.

Written by
Jim Morrison
1943-1971 / Male / American
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