Thursday, October 27, 2011

Jim Morrison poem, Untitled

A wake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day, & the sign
of your day,
1st thing you see.

A burnt tree, like a giant
primeval bird, a leaf,
dry & bitter, crackling tales
in its warm waves.
Sidewalk gods will do for you.
The forest of the neighborhood,
The empty lost museum, &
The mesa, & the Mt.'s pregnant
Monument above the newstand
where the children hide
when school ends

3 comments:

  1. I didn't know Jim Morrison wrote poetry! Though come to think of it, it makes sense since that was a trend then.

    Anyhow, I do love this. It's enigmatic and lovely. The line: "Shake dreams from your hair" makes me smile because I wrote something similar once. :)

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  2. This is a very nice poem. Great find.

    x

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  3. oh wow these are my favorite lines by him...
    "A wake Shake dreams from your hair.."
    TY so much for reminding me!!!

    xx

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