Break on Through

by jotadavida

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-12-09 02:43:00

toasting to my self
at 2 a.m.
seems the best time
to remember Jim
sure he blasted through
to the other side
the astral plane
he’s hot, he’s sexy
and very, very dead
well, let’s drink up, Jim
and open up your buried treasure
that you left behind for me
deep and wide
we’ll ride the tide on our moonlit drive
come on Jim,
light my fire
or at least my cigarette,
christ jim,
always the smart ass

I remember the first time I met you
standing outside St. James
you were lighting the radio on fire
in someone’s car
it was 1969
and in a couple of months
old Neil would be stepping one small
step on the moon
and a whole summer of love was a comin
and out West, you said it was the best
so I came
and smoked pot on the beach
and let my hair grow long
really pissin my jar head old man off
so what
fuck brian wilson
at least we didn’t have to hear that beach shit anymore
but hey man, things got pretty weird inside the gold mine
and somewhere I lost you in there and you never came out
I waited for you in the Haight, but you never came there
so I grooved with the Warlocks and it was tight
but never the same
and I remember getting sick hearing the news
in a gentle rain that fell telling me
about your lastest trip
a bathtub for your ship
yeah, man, you shipped right outta there
didn’t you, you liar
and I never could get much higher after that
first jimi, then janis, then you
fuck you Jim, I still miss you





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