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Celebration of the Lizard /Jim Morrison Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground. He fled the town. He went down South and crossed the border Left the chaos and disorder Back there over his shoulder. One morning he awoke in a green hotel With a strange creature groaning beside him Sweat oozed from its shiny skin. Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin. Wake up! You can't remember where it was. Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed & shrunken We were afraid to touch it. The sheets were hot dead prisons. Now, run to the mirror in the bathroom, Look! I can't live thru each slow century of her moving. I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain... Once I had a little game I liked to crawl back into my brain I think you know the game I mean I mean the game called 'go insane' Now you should try this little game Just close your eyes forget your name Forget the world, forget the people And we'll erect a different steeple. This little game is fun to do. Just close your eyes, no way to lose. And I'm right there, I'm going too. Release control, we're breaking through. Way back deep into the brain Back where there's never any pain. And the rain falls gently on the town. And in the labrynth of streams Beneath, the quiet unearthly presence of Nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills around, Reptiles abounding Fossils, caves, cool air heights. Each house repeats a mold Windows rolled Beast car locked in against morning. All now sleeping Rugs silent, mirrors vacant, Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples Wound in sheets. And daughters, smug With semen eyes in their nipples
There's been a slaughter
here.
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