Woman Want To Make Love With Jim Morrison Poem by John Ackerman

Dazzles us again
my friend Jim Morrison
comes from deep within
ghosts on indian highway bleeding
the conclaves of Mr. Mojo Rising
hide him inside of you woman
can't you see

faint laughter
what hurts you the most
thoughts of a gathering with friends
smoke deep the peace pipe
alive she cried
the ceremony is about to begin

show me the way to the next whiskey bar
handsome being
personifications of a deep aura intact
she dances in a ring of fire yet throws off its challenge with a shrug