As I Look Back
As I look back
over my life
I am struck by post
cards
Ruined Snap shots
faded posters
Of a time, I can't recall
I am Scot, or so
I'm told. Really
The heir of Mystery
Christians
Snake in the Glen
The child of a
Military family...
I rebelled against church
After phases of
Fervor
I curried favor in school
& attack'd the teachers
I was given a
desk in the corner
I was a fool
&
The smartest kid
in class
Walks in D.C. in
Negro streets. The library
& book stores. Orange
brick in warm sun.
The books & poets magic
Then sex gives greater stimulation
Than you've ever known &
all peace & books lose their
charm & you are thrown
back on the eye of vision
History of Rock
coinciding w/ my
adolescence
Came to LA to
Film School
Venice Summer
Drug Visions
Roof top songs
early struggles &
humiliations
Thanks to the girls
who fed me.
Making Records
Elvis had sex-wise
mature voice at 19.
Mine still retains the
nasal whine of a
repressed adolescent
minor squeaks & furies
An interesting singer
at best -a cream
or a sick croon. Nothing
in-between.
Road days
fear of Plane death
And night was what Night
should be
A girl, a bottle, & blessed sleep
I have ploughed
My seed thru the heart
of the nation.
Injected a germ in the psychic blood vein.
Now I embrance the poetry
of business & become - for
a time - a "Prince of Industry"
A natural leader, a poet
a Shaman, w/ the
soul of a clown.
What am I doing
in the Bull Ring
Arena
Every public figure
running for Leader
Spectators at the Tomb
- riot watchers
Fear of Eyes
Assassination
Being drunk is a good disguise.
I drink so I
can talk to assholes.
This includes me.
The horror of business
The Problem of Money
guilt
do I deserve it?
The Meeting
Rid of Managers & agents
After 4 yrs. I'm left w/a
mind like a fuzzy hammer
regret for wasted nights
& wasted years
I pissed it all away
American Music
End w/ fond good-bye
& plans for future
- Not an actor
Writer-filmmaker
Which of my cellves
will be remember'd
Good-bye America
I loved you
Money from home
good luck
stay out of trouble
Jim Morrison, 1966-1971. Wilderness.
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