American Night
PARIS JOURNAL
So much forgotten already So much forgotten So much to forget
Once the idea of purity born, all was lost irrevocably
The Black Musician in a house up the hill
Nigger in the woodpile Skeleton in the closet
Sorry. Didn't mean you.
An old man, someone's daughter
Arises & sees us still in the room of off-key piano & bad paintings
him off to work &new wife arriving
(The candle-forests of Notre-Dame)
beggar nuns w/ moving smiles, small velvet sacks & cataleptic eyes
straying to the gaudy Mosaic calendar Windows
I write like this to seize you
give me your love, your tired eyes, sad for delivery
A small & undiscover'd park -- we ramble
And the posters scream safe revolt
& the tired walls barely fall, graffiti into dry cement sand
an overfed vacuum dust-clock
I remember freeways
Summer, beside you Ocean -- brother
Storms passing
electric fires in the night
"rain, night, misery -- the back-ends of wagons"
Shake it! Wanda, fat stranded swamp Woman
We still need you
Shake your roly-poly Thighs inside that Southern tent
So what.
It was really wild She started nude & put on her clothes.
An old & cheap hotel w/ bums in the lobby genteel bums of satisfied poverty
Across the street, a famous pool-hall where the actors meet
former ace -- home of beat musicians beat poets & beat wanderers
in the Zen tradition from China to the Subway in 4 easy lifetimes
Weeping, he left his pad on orders from police & furnishings hauled away, all records & momentos, & reporters calculating tears & curses for the press:
"I hope the Chinese junkies get you"
& they will for the poppy rules the world
That handsome gentle flower
Sweet Billy!
Do you remember the snake your lover
tender in the tumbled brush-weed sand & cactus
I do.
And I remember Stars in the shotgun night
eating pussy til the mind runs clean
Is it rolling, God
in the Persian Night?
"There's a palace in the canyon where you & I were born
Now I'm a lonely Man Let me back into the Garden
Blue Shadows of the Canyon I met you & now you're gone
& now my dream is gone Let me back into your Garden
A man searching for lost Paradise Can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world
Where friends do lie & drift Insanely in Their own private gardens"
The cunt bloomed & the paper walls Trembled
A monster arrived in the mirror To mock the room & its fool alone
Give me songs to sing & emerald dreams to dream
& I'll give you love unfolding
:::Extrait de la poésie "american night" de Morrison.....(trop longue pour la mettre) mais voici le site ou vous pouvez la retrouver en entier... "American Night"
Jim Morrison