The End Love's Token, (Jim Morrison) Poem by John Ackerman

The End Love's Token, (JIm Morrison)

strip through the barbed wire fences at second type glances
string along the passion of thick glances through its trances
little one what have we discovered to become bitter with a smile begun
shack through the leaves as if a Cobra glance parade in advance;
love has encountered a token down by the ocean beg a dance pollution
Cedar milk in the radiance to be exposed as we get a bit older,
shaded errie trout enhanced to its mount clear her throat better not chocked...
we mince words by choice carried on by it's romance through the tea leaves,
The Doors (A Tribute To Jim Morrison)

is everybody in?
the ceremony has begun so wake up...
let's swim to the moon
let's climb to the sky
penetrate each cloud from behind
1969

Like crackers wedged above the stars
a purple rip tide snaked it's way
past the trenches of old dogs
3 drunken nomads prancing to the sounds of a gypsy lute
This was their time, the season of elevators

connect through the smoke screen together like a fly,
Jim