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