Poems From Drywater
In this dim cave we can go no further Here money is key to smooth age. Horses, givers of guilt. Great bags of gold. I want obedience! We examine this ancient & insane theatre, obscene like luxuriant churches altars. I confess to scarvess cool floors stroked curtain The actors are twice-blessed before us. This is too serious & severe. Great mystery! Timeless passion patterned in stillness.
Sex for you was thread which binds us even now on this pale planet. To the poet & cover-girl, photo in color, to armies that join, out on a desert, & to Samson & all his generals bound quiet now w/ exotic arch-angels of dusk, in Sumarian & N. African slumbers. The bazaar is crowded as dancers thrive. Snake-wreaths & pleasures. I take you to a low cave called "Calipah".
Stand there listening
you will hear them
tiny shapes just beyond
the moon
Star-flys, jarts,
dismal fronds
stirring ape-jaws striving
to make the morning
mail call
Cry owl.
Hark to the wood-vine.
Suckle-snake crawls, gnawing
restive
I know you.
The one who left to go
warning. Wishless now
& sullen. Transfer
deferred.
Steal me a peach
from the orange tree
grove-keeper
She fell.
What are you doing
w/ your hand on her
breast?
She fell, mam.
Give her to me.
Yes, mam.
Go tell the master
what you've done.
They killed him.
Later.
Going up the stairs
handcuffed
to his cell.
A shot-gun blast
Behind the back.
Untrampled footsteps Borderline dreams Occasion for sinners alive if it seems given to wander alone at the shore wanton to whisper I am no more Am as my heart beats live as I can wanton to whisper faraway sands
Now come into my pretty isle My weary westward wanderer Faraway is as it seems & so alone shall shelter Come along unto my sails as weary islands go prosper merry as I went I shall no more the sailor Shall I ho the sailor
Where were you when I needed you? Where indeed but in some sheltered Sturdy heaven; wasted, broken sadly broke & one thin thing to get us thru
Urchin crawl broke
spenders bleeders all
brew North
stained lot
he was lost
out on an aircraft
high above
long awkward brewer's
shelters breed
this ugly crew
our poisoned jet
god get us love & get
us speed
To get us home again
love
Crippled by people
cut by nothing
Public housing
the incredible damage
can be cured
She's my girl friend:
I wouldn't tell her
Name but I think
you already know her
Name
is
Square fire insect
marble saffron intro
demi-rag in flames
it's the same game
whether you call it
by her real name
She lives in the city
under the sea
Prisoner of pirates
prisoner of dreams
I want to be w/ her
want her to see
The things I've created
sea-shells that bleed
Sensitive seeds
of impossible warships
Dragon-fly hovers
& wavers & teases
The weeds & his wings
are in terrible fury
© 1978 James Douglas Morrison Publishing
and Doors Music Co.
