Wilderness, The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison
The American Night.
The silk handkerchief was embroidered in China or Japan…behind the steel curtain.
And now one can cross the borderline without proper credentials.
The cellular excitement has totally inspired our magic Veteran.
The land might end and all our friends would follow another program.
Who are our friends?
Under water fall…under water fall
There are continents and shores which beseech our understanding.
And this morning before I sign off, like a calm veteran of the psychic war.
I want the old forms to reassert their sexual cool.
My only wish is to see Far Arden again.
My only wish is to see Far Arden again.
My only wish is to see Far Arden again.
Under water fall…under water fall
He was only a man and his dedication extended to the last degree.
Poor pretentious soldier, Come home…
Come home.
Posted on Sunday, 30 August 2009
