An Obscure American Poet
Jim Morrison
Exit
A meteor streaks across the starry sky,
Our attention is drawn to the flame up high.
Waves of sound emerge from the light,
The sound echoes in our souls of the night.
Melancholy energy shaped into pictures gleaming,
Words pulled apart in search of new meanings,
Meanings set ablaze to illuminate the world's sorrows,
The world changes by having light illuminate it's shadows.
The world stands still and watches in awe,
To this strange and beautiful sight we're drawn,
But the sharpened gaze of so many inquiring eyes,
Pierces the heart of the meteor, in pain it dies,
The light is consumed by it's own fiery birth,
With a heart rending flash the meteor falls to Earth,
Now it's buried in the ground of a saddened world,
It's grave illuminated by the stars from where it was hurled,
It rests forever in the darkness of eternal peace,
Yet the echo of it's brief life shall never cease.
Entrance
"Hey, kid. How'd you die?"
"I drowned in a bathtub. And to think my mother
used to tell me a little water never hurt anyone!"
"Kid, platitudes have killed more people than punks
with saturday night specials."
"Mr. Bogart, right?
"Just call me Bogie."
"I never thought of myself as an angel before. Or
you for that matter. How do you like it?"
"Oh, it's not so bad aside from the harp music.
You've just gotta work the angles, that's all. I like you, kid. With me
showin' you the ropes you'll have the hang of this place in no time. Let's
go down to the Eternal River. Marilyn Monroe sometimes goes swimming there."
"Marilyn Monroe? Now I know I'm in heaven!"
"Kid, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful
friendship."
A Tactless note: My spell check takes issue with Bogart and suggests
bog art as a suitable replacement! That's a story in itself. Ain't technology
wonderful?
© 2000 by Michael Sullivan
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