Celebration of the lizard

Milk It

Lions in the streets and roaming
dogs in heat
rabid
foaming
a beast caged in the heart of the city

The body of his mother rotting on the summer ground
he fled the town
he went down south and crossed the border
left the chaos and disorder
back there over his shoulder

One morning he awoke in a green hotel
with a strange creature groaning beside him
sweat oozed from its shiney skin
is everybody in?
the ceremony is about to begin
wake up!
you can't remember where it was
had this dream stopped?
the snake was pale gold, glazed and shrunken
we were afraid to touch it
the sheets were hot dead prisons
and she was beside me
old
she's now
young
her dark red hair
her white soft skin
now run to the mirror in the bathroom look
she's coming in here
I can't live through each slow century of her moving

I let my cheek slide down
The cool smooth tile
Feel the good cold stinging blood
The smooth hissing snakes of rain

-Jim Morrison

violet ray

What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything


--Jim Morrison

Spot In The Sky

i think every thread should have some morrison in it.
his poems that werent songs are amazing, the things i would do to that boy....mmmm.....

BlackSin

The severed garden

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in light of certain
South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power
dog-men & their mean women
pulling blankets over
our sailors
I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V.
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
& gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other Kingdom seems by far the best
until its other jaws reveal incest
& loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family