A couple of people have asked why I’m not posting as much poetry these days – mainly so I can concentrate on getting City of Valleys posted before summer. But here’s one of The Doors pieces I read on the open stage at Plasticine this past Sunday.
Saint Jim
Pere Lachaise
section six section seize
‘seize the moment in section six
you have to seize the moment
saiser l’instant’
Jim starts a new song
‘you have to seize the moment
in section six’
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I can hear him shout
through stage fog strobe lights
teeny bopper girls rush the stage
police push them away
as he taunts flaunts teases pleases
scowler prowler
hurt lost shaman
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like those silly teeny boppers
I lust after that idol
I wonder what they saw
that day in Miami
if he did flash the iconic cock
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I make my way though a light rain
everything is a line in a Saint Jim song
‘making my way
through cemetery rain’
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I know he‘s here somewhere
I see mystic marks sprayed
mementos of worship
‘the blue bus stops near here’
the rain stops
and I am there
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no monument
only a flat gray space
with a tombstone
his name wrong
James isn’t Jim
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beneath my feet his bones
unless they’ve been stolen
relics in sacred altars
for those who think
they can petition this saint
a bunch of faded flowers
some used condom lizard skins
‘lizard skins drying in the sun
show we have seized the moment’
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I hear birds
then dozens of people
hiss of cameras
posers smile lean over the tombstone
stoke his name then gone
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left alone
I seize my moment
unzip
flash my cock
the only gesture of his I can duplicate
I seriously doubt that Morrison exposed himself – if he had, photos would have surfaced by now – there aren’t even fakes. I wrote this a few years ago after reading an article about his grave in Pere Lachaise.
TOpoet 
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