Excerpt from The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison: Wilderness Volume One, Page 57


I dropped by to see you

late last night

But you were out

like a light

Your head was on the floor

& rats played pool w/your eyes

 

Death is a good disguise

for late at night

 

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

 

But what happens

when the guests return

& all unmask

& you are asked

to leave

for want of smile

 

I’ll still take you then

But I’m your friend

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