Curses, Invovations by James Douglas Morisson

Anlässlich meiner Ehrenwoche für Jim Morisson hier ein sehr ausdrucksstarkes und spannendes Gedicht seiner Wenigkeit. Denn neben exzessivem Drogengenuss und Musik schrieb der gute James auch haufenweise Gedichte, was ihn noch viel mehr zu einem genialen Menschen macht! I ♥ him to the moon and back. PZ'10


Curses, Invocations
Weird bate-headed mongrels
I keep expecting one of you to rise
Large buxom obese queen
Garden hogs and cunt veterans
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers and
Lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
All strange orders of monsters
Hot on the tail of the woodvine
We welcome you to our procession

Here come the Comedians
look at them smile
Watch them dance an Indian mile
Look at them gesture
How aplomb
So to gesture everyone
Words dissemble
Words be quick
Words resemble walking sticks
Plant them they will grow
Watch them waver so
I'll always be a word man
Better then a bird man