a feast of friends

jim morrison siiridir kendileri. oliver stone’un yonettigi the doors bu siirle biter.. fon muzigi olarak tomaso albinoni’nin adagio’su kullanilmistir. jim morrison’un en sevdigim siiridir.

wow, i’m sick of doubt
live in the light of certain
south cruel bindings.
the servants have the power
dog-men and their mean women
pulling poor blankets over
our sailors.

i’m sick of these dour faces
staring at me from the tv tower
i want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
strangers in the mud
these mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that’s plowed.

they are waiting to take us into
the severed garden.
do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve
brought to bed.
death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven s claws

no more money no more fancy dress
this other kingdom seems by far the best
until it’s other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
i will not go
prefer a feast of friends
to the giant family.