Джим Моррисон - Боги и Новые создания
Fall down.
Strange gods arrive in fast enemy poses.
Their shirts are soft marrying
cloth and hair together.
All along their arms ornaments
conceal veins bluer than blood
pretending welcome.
Soft lizard eyes connect.
Their soft drained insect cries erect
new fear, where fears reign.
The rustling of sex against their skin.
The wind withdraws all sound.
Stamp your witness on the punished ground.
* * *
Wounds, stags, arrows
Hooded flashing legs plunge
near the tranquil women.
Startling obedience fom the pool people.
Astonishing caves to plunder.
Loose, nerveless ballets of looting.
Boys are running.
Girls are screaming, falling.
The air is thick w/smoke.
Dead crackling wires dance pools
of sea blood.
* * *
Lizard woman
w/your insect eyes
w/your wild surprise.
Warm daughter of silence.
Venom.
Turn your back w/a slither of moaning wisdom.
The unblinking blind eyes
behind walls new histories rise
and wake growling whining
the weird dawn of dreams.
Dogs lie sleeping.
The wolf howls.
A creature lives out the war.
A forest.
A rustle of cut words, choking
river.
* * *
The snake, the lizard, the insect eye
the huntsman's green obedience.
Quick, in raw time, serving
stealth slumber,
grinding warm forests into restless lumber.
Now for the valley.
Now for the syrup hair.
Stabbing the eyes, widening skies
behind the skull bone.
Swift end of hunting.
Hug round the swollen torn breast
red-stained throat.
The hounds gloat.
Take her home.
Carry our sister's body, back
to the boat.
* * *
A pair of Wings
Crash
High winds of Karma
Sirens
Laughter young voices
in the mts.
* * *
Saints
the Negro, Africa
Tattoo
eyes like time
* * *
Build temporary habitations, games
chambers, play there, hide.
First man stood, shifting stance
while germs of sight
unfurl'd Flags in his skull
and quickening, hair, nails, skin
turned slowly, whirl'd, in
the warm aquarium, warm
wheel turning.
Cave fish, eels, gray salamanders
turn in their night career of sleep.
The idea of vision escapes
the animal worm whose earth
is an ocean, whose eye is its body.
* * *
The theory is that birth is prompted
by the child's desire to leave the womb.
But in the photograph an unborn horse's
neck strains inward w/legs scooped out.
From this everything follows:
Swallow milk at the breast
until there's no milk.
Squeeze wealth at the rim
until tile pools claim it.
He swallows seed, his pride
until w/pale mouth legs
she sucks the root, dreading
world to devour child.
Doesn't the ground swallow me
when I die, or the sea
if I die at sea?
* * *
The City: Hive, Web, or severed
insect mound. All citizens heirs
of the same royal parent.
The caged beast, the holy center,
a garden in the midst of the city.
"See Naples die".
Jump ship. Rats, sailors
death.
So many wild pigeons.
Animals ripe w/new diseases.
"There is only one disease
and I am its catalyst",
cried doomed pride of the carrier.
Fighting, dancing, gambling,
bars, cinemas thrive
in the avid summer.
* * *
Savage destiny
Naked girl, seen from behind,
on a natural road
Friends
explore the labyrinth
— Movie
young woman left on the desert
A city gone mad w/fever
* * *
Sisters of the unicorn, dance
Sisters brothers of Pyramid
Dance
Mangled hands
Tales of the Old Days
Discovery of the Sacred Pool
changes
Mute-handed stillness baby cry
The wild dog
The sacred beast
Find her!
* * *
He goes to see the girl
of the ghetto.
Dark savage streets.
A hut, lighted by candle.
She is magician
Female prophet
Sorceress
Dressed in the past
All arrayed.
The stars
The moon
She reads the future
in your hand.
* * *
The walls are garish red
The stairs
High discordant screaming
She has the tokens.
"You too"
"Don't go"
He flees.
Music renews.
The mating-pit.
"Salvation"
Tempted to leap in circle.
Negroes riot.
* * *
A file of young people
going thru a small woods.
* * *
They are filming something
in the street, in front of
our house.
* * *
Walking to the riot
Spreads to the houses
the lawns
suddenly alive now
w/people
running
* * *
I don't dig what they did
to that girl
Mercy pack
Wild song they sing
As they chop her hands
Nailed to a ghost
Tree
I saw a lynching
Met the strange men
of the southern swamp
Cypress was their talk
Fish-call bird-song
Roots signs
out of all knowing
They chanced to be there
Guides, to the white
gods.
* * *
An armed camp.
Army army
burning itself in
feasts.
* * *
Jackal, we sniff after the survivors of caravans.
We reap bloody crops on war fields.
No meat of any corpse deprives our lean bellies.
Hunger drives us on scented winds.
Stranger, traveler,
peer into our eyes translate
the horrible barking of ancient dogs.
* * *
Camel caravans bear
witness guns to Caesar.
Hordes crawl seep inside
the walls. The streets
flow stone. Life goes
on absorbing war. Violence
kills the temple of no sex.
* * *
Terrible shouts start
the journey
— if they had migrated sooner
— a high wailing keening
piercing animal lament
from a woman
high atop a Mt. tower
— Thin wire fence
in the mind
dividing the heart
* * *
Surreptitiously
They smile
Inviting-Smiling
Choktai
leave!
evil
Leave!No come here
Leave her!
A creature is nursing
its child
soft arms around
the head neck
a mouth to connect
leave this child alone
This one is mine
I'm taking her home
Back to the rain
* * *
The assassin's bullet
Marries the King
Dissembling miles of air
To kiss the crown.
The Prince rambles in blood.
Ode to the neck
That was groomed
For rape's gown.
* * *
Cancer city
Urban fall
Summer sadness
The highways of the old town
Ghosts in cars
Electric shadows
* * *
Ensenada
the dead seal
the dog crucifix
ghosts of the dead car sun.
Stop the car.
Rain. Night.
Feel.
* * *
Sea-bird sea-moan
Earthquake murmuring
Fast-burning incense
Clamoring surging
Serpentine road
To the Chinese caves
Home of the winds
The gods of mourning
* * *
The city sleeps
the unhappy children
roam w/ animal gangs.
They seem to speak
to their friends
the dogs
who teach them trails.
Who can catch them?
Who can make them come
inside?
* * *
The tent girl
at midnight
stole to the well
met her lover there
They talked a while
laughed
then he left
She put an orange pillow
on her breast
In the morning
Chief w/drew his troops
planned a map
The horsemen rose on up
The women fixed the ropes
on tight
The tents are folded now
We march toward the sea.
* * *
Catalog of horrors
Descriptions of Natural disaster
Lists of miracles in the divine corridor
Catalog of objects in the room
List of things in the sacred river
* * *
The soft parade has now begun
on Sunset.
Cars come thundering down
the canyon.
Now is the time the place.
The cars come rumbling.
"You got a cool machine".
These engine beasts
muttering their soft
talk. A delight
at night
to hear their quiet voices
again
after 2 years.
Now the soft parade
has soon begun.
Cool pools
from a tired land
sink now
in the peace of evening.
* * *
Clouds weaken
die.
The sun, an orange skull,
whispers quietly, becomes an
island, is gone.
There they are
watching
us everything
will be dark.
The light changed.
We were aware
knee-deep in the fluttering air
as the ships move on
trains in their wake.
Trench mouth
again in the camps.
Gonorrhea
Tell the girl to go home
We need a witness
to the killing.
* * *
The artists of Hell
set up easels in parks
the terrible landscape,
where citizens find anxious pleasure
preyed upon by savage bands of youths
I can't believe this is happening
I can't believe all these people
are sniffing each other
backing away
teeth grinning
hair raised, growling, here in
the slaughtered wind
I am ghost killer.
witnessing to all
my blessed sanction
This is it
no more fun
the death of all joy
has come.
* * *
Do you dare
deny my
potency
my kindness
or forgiveness?
Just try
you will fry
like the rest
in holiness
And not for a
penny
will I spare
any time
for you
Ghost children
down there
in the frightening world
You are alone
have no need of other
you the child mother
who bore you
who weaned you
who made you man
* * *
Photo-booth killer
fragile bandit
straight from ambush
Kill me!
Kill the child who made
Thee.
Kill the thought-provoking
senator of lust
who brought you to this state.
Kill hate
disease
warfare
sadness
Kill badness
Kill madness
Kill photo mother murder tree
Kill me.
Kill yourself
Kill the little blind elf.
* * *
The beautiful monster
vomits a stream of watches
clocks jewels knives silver
coins copper blood
The well of time trouble
whiskey bottles perfume
razor blades beads
liquid insects hammers
thin nails the feet of
birds eagle feathers claws
machine parts chrome
teeth hair shards of
pottery skulls the ruins
of our time the debris by
a lake the gleaming
beer cans rust sable
menstrual fur
Dance naked on broken
