Here is one of my favorite poems by Jim Morrison of The Doors:
The American Night
for leather accrues
The miracle of the streets
The scents & smogs &
pollens of existence
so totally naked she was
We looked around
lights now on
To 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
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
The wino left a little in
the old blue desert
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!
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