son of death (jim morisson in memoriam)

a long racked brain night,
desirless for the skeleton
lying in my devastated bed,
feeling alone like a fish..
white page and absaint biterness
in mouth..
sash window open on the silence,
air,like a razor blade,cutting..
a perceptible life's rotten smell..
o bloody green lady..
every night a night..
jim my only friend,
go back to your damn paris'grave year..
free me,with your smoky inspire'
futility of bones fire..
shake my hand mister lamor..
you're only a dissected adventure,
hamburger in the gutter..
a night,a dismantled night.
the devil pushed my door..
every night a night....
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
poets you're only a fraction..

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thelmatalla
Dear Lorentz, you have original unique talent with words! You could always play with them nicely but I prefer your Zen poetry & romantic poems, my friend.heart beating heart beating bouquet bouquet bouquet heart beating
lorentz
yes..I know but I have a evil spell to express..
master oshiba makes me a sign..
lorentz
funny I have written moriSSon like a sinuous serpent..
jazzy75
I used to have ole jim posted on the back of my bedroom door...lol....I like the sensations you arose...cool poem.peace
Redex
He is a favourite of mine, enjoyed your musicteddybear
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