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Jim Morrison
by Dan Linn
I want to be Jim Morrison,
and brood sensual.
magnetic gravitas,
significant in scowl,
stance like toreador,
joust without armor
the bull of convention,
like a mythic dragon.
I would throw myself,
in drunken poet fit,
without deserving it,
thumbing my nose
at the moral codes,
rubbing my belly,
my own personal
fat stoned Buddha.
And sing for you,
not knowing how well,
words so direct
and phosphorescent,
as to light water on fire,
in sparkles out my ass,
I want to be Jim Morrison
just to make love to you.
06/30/2013 Author's Note: Done over again, i would have been a more magnificent asshole.
Posted on 06/30/2013
Copyright © 2024 Dan Linn
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 07/02/13 at 05:57 PM I've enjoyed reading and re-reading this one the last couple of days. Power runs through these words - the whole rubbing your own belly as Buddha is delightful - words that sparkle, very cool! |
| Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 07/03/13 at 09:41 PM Like Kristina, I have read this several times over the past couple of days and....I just keep on enjoying it. I find myself wishing the author's note were somehow a part of the poem. Having known several men who have wished to be Jim Morrison, I am experiencing your poem in a variety of ways! Nicely done. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/04/13 at 05:25 AM As a long time fan of Jim Morrison and The Doors, I really like and enjoyed what you've done here, Dan. Neat how you've fit in some key elements from their history. I've got the soundtrack from the movie, The Doors. Great album, Roadhouse Blues,among my favorites. Thanks for sharing this. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 07/06/13 at 04:01 PM I like to read this out loud over and over. Especially the first stanza...and the second...and.... |
| Posted by Tony Whitaker on 07/07/13 at 04:02 PM my favorite "front man" of all times and this posie allowed me to forget about the evening that the city sleeps to hide! Brilliant! |
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