Today is an anniversary I would really rather not be remembering, and maybe I shouldn’t even be making reference to it at all, especially in this semi-public context lest I reveal too much and loose another company of demons with which I can drive myself insane. Or should I attempt to explain the madness that visits, these dozen days into the month of March? I don’t know. I don’t know. Except I fear the same risk applies. Can one really undo or heal the damage wrought by events, and the disasters that remain after the passing of the show? Again I have no answer. I don’t know. I don’t know. It repeats like an infinite electric echo. The best I can do is to leave you with a lesser-known fragment of Jim Morrison that fidicen sent me, Jim also being dead.
GRAVEYARD POEM
It was the greatest night of my life
Although I still had not found a wife
I had my friends right there beside me
We scaled the wall
We tripped through the graveyard
Ancient shapes were all around us
No music but the wet grass
Felt fresh beside the fog
Two made love in a silent spot
One chased a rabbit into the dark
A girl got drunk & balled the dead
And I gave empty sermons to my head
Cemetery cool & quiet
Hate to leave your sacred lay
Dread the milky coming of the day
I´d love to stay
I´d love to stay
I´d love to stay
The secret word is Gone
.JPG)
6 comments:
Love and hugs from the northern desert to you.
A sweet poem, I have a couple of memories of nights like that, I guess we all do.
Sigh ..
Yo brother - My heart beats with yours.
I'll phone EJ for lush & yap night.
Le Munz
For myself... it helps to realize that once "on the other side" everything is finally seen clearly. None of the confusion and earthly fuck ups remain. There is only love and understanding for those who are left.
We inevitably suffer the loss, here in this dimension, but regrets, recriminations, mistakes mean nothing there, everything is understood and already forgiven.
Unfortunately it's in this forsaken dimension where you take the beating.
Post a Comment