PUISI "SI BADUNG" JIM MORRISON

THE ANATOMY OF ROCK

The 1st electric wildness came

over the people

on sweet Friday.

Sweat was in the air.

The channel beamed,

token of power.

Incense brewed darkly.

Who could tell them that here

it would end?

One school bus crashed w/ a train.

This was the Crossroads.

Mercury stained.

I couldn't get out of my seat.

The road was littered

w/ dead jitterbugs.

Help,

we'll be late for class.

The secret flurry of rumor

marched over the yard &

pinned us unwittingly

Mt. fever.

A girl stripped naked on the

base of the flagpole.

In the restrooms all was cool

& silent

w/ the salt-green of latrines.

Blankets were needed.

Ropes fluttered.

Smiles flattered

& haunted.

Lockers pried open

& secrets discovered.
Ah sweet music.

Wild sounds in the night

Angel siren voices.

The baying of great hounds.

Cars screaming thru gears

& shrieks

on the wild road

Where the tires skip & slide

into dangerous curves.

Favorite corners.

Cheerleaders raped in summer

buildings.

Holding hands

& bopping toward Sunday.

Those lean sweet desperate hours.

Time searched the hallways

for a mind.

Hands kept time.

The climate altered like a

visible dance.

Night-time women.

Wondrous sacraments of doubt

Sprang sullen in bursts

of fear & guilt

in the womb's pit hole

below

The belt of the beast

Worship w/ words, w/

sounds, hands, all

joyful playful &

obscene-in the insane

infant.

Old men worship w/ long

noses, old soulful eyes.

Young girls worship,

exotic, indian, w/ robes

who make us feel foolish

for acting w/ our eyes.

Lost in the vanity of the senses

which got us where we are.

Children worship but seldom

act at it. Who needs

temples & couches & T.V.

We can do it on a sunny

floor w/ friends & make

any sound or movement

that comes. Roll on our

backs screaming w/ mirth

glad in the guilt of our

madness. Better to be

cool in our worship &

gain the respect of the

ancient & wise wearing

those robes. They know

the secret of mind-change

reality.

"Have you ever seen God?"

-a mandala. A symmetrical angel.

Felt? yes. Fucking. The Sun.

Heard? Music. Voices.

Touched? an animal. your hand.

Tasted? Rare meat, corn, water,

& wine.

An angel runs

Thru the sudden light

Thru the room

A ghost precedes us

A shadow follows us

And each time we stop

We fall

No one thought up being;

he who thinks he has

Step forward

Shrill demented sparrows bark

The sun into being. They rule

dawn's kingdom. The cars-

a rising chorus- Then

workmen's songs & hammers

The children of the schoolyard,

a hundred high voices,

complete the orchestration


"In that year there was

an intense visitation

of energy.

I left school & went down

to the beach to live.

I slept on a roof

At night the moon became

a woman's face.

I met the Spirit of Music."

An appearance of the devil

on a Venice canal.

Running, I saw a Satan

or Satyr, moving beside

me, a fleshy shadow

of my secret mind. Running,

Knowing.

The day I left the beach

A hairy Satyr running

behind & a little to the

right.

In the holy solipsism

of the young

Now I can't walk thru a city

street w/out eying each

single pedestrian. I feel

their vibes thru my

skin, the hair on my neck

-it rises.