Naked we come
&bruised we go
nude pastry
for the slow soft worms
below
This is my poem
for you
Great flowing funky flower’ed beast
-from Paris Journal [Jim Morrison scribbled “paris journal” on the cover of this black notebook containing one, long, angry epic poem. It is believed that these are among the last lines ever written by Morrison]
#2
“hurricane & eclipse”
I wish a storm would
come & blow this shit
away. Or a bomb to
burn the Town & scour
the sea. I wish clean
death would come to me
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