World Poetry day seems to be spilling over into today. Here is a poem by Jim Morrison; it features on the posthumous Doors album American Prayer. Back when I was nineteen, I couldn’t get enough of the doors. One of my favorite memories is driving down a Chicago Highway, in a beat-up pickup, LA Woman blasting from the radio.
The Grand Hotel line, I must have accidentally adsorbed. Because its the title of one of my poems. Anyway enough of my words, here is Jim Morrison, talking from the grave.
The world on fire
Taxi from Africa
The Grand Hotel
He was drunk –
A big party last night.
Back, going back
In all directions.
Sleeping these insane hours.
I’ll never wake up in a good mood again.
I’m sick of these stinky boots.