Ode to Paris while thinking of Jim Morrison, deceased

Strange days are coming
w/ the beauty of
an absynthe death

Scaly wings soaring
through the eyes of Père-Lachaise
the stars are howling
& I’m breaking on through
to the other side
of your heavenly madness

Oh, Pamela!

In the great desert of California
an indian funeral is taking place
for someone who
is livelier than ever

I salute you now, Dyonisos
the mind is glowing
the doors of perception
are opening now
three
two
one

The Feast of Friends is about to start