Maids Are Bickering

[upatmidnight.livejournal.com]

Maids are bickering in the hall
The day is warm
Last night's perfume
I lie alone in this
cool room

My mind is calm and swirling
like the marble pages of an
old book

I'm a cold clean skeleton
scarecrow on a hill
in April
Wind eases the arches
of my boney Kingdom
Wind whistles thru my mind
and soul
My life is an open book
or a T.V confession



by: Jim Morrison
~Notebook Poems~
The American Night

Comments

[aporue.livejournal.com]

jim morrison could have ruled the world.

[upatmidnight.livejournal.com]

could have?
you jest...
he did!
and still does...
least, my world...
*smirks*

[aporue.livejournal.com]

hahah, okay, fair enough. :)

[upatmidnight.livejournal.com]

*blush* well, i've loved him since i was 12...
only famous male i ever hung on my wall...
only famous male i ever truly crushed on...
in ways that should be considered absurd...
hell, i still cannot let him go...
it's nice to meet others who can understand...
my connection...

i'm glad you enjoyed my post of his work...
*soft smile*