Light My Fire

We’ve crossed five hundred hits and it’s barely mid January. That exceeds my wildest expectations, and I’m humbly grateful.

Thank you for stopping by, people. And commenting from time to time too. Your thoughts, feedback, well wishes, and critique have been a true blessing — and I want you to know that.

Shakespeare makes a great companion. But doing this with you reminds me of one of my favorite poems from Jim Morrison’s American Prayer:

Wow, I´m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South
Cruel bindings
The servants have the power

Dog men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over our sailors
I´m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. Tower
I want roses in my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood meal
for the plant that´s plowed

They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know, how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death in a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you´ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings
Where we had shoulders, smooth as ravens claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it´s other jaw reveals incest
And loose obidience to a vegetable law

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family

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