orgami's Diaryland Diary

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six foot hood and eight cylinders

"no safety or suprise
the end
I'll never look into your
eyes
again
Can you picture what will be
so limitless and free..."

J.Morrison of The Doors

used to listen to this while
i drove the big old blue seventy
five Ford Gran Torino with the
V-8 around on rainy nights
family sedan white walls
and chrome waxed metal fleck paint
pinstripe down the side of her

windhsheild wipers flicking
heater motor purring
all the windows rolled down
rain on my face

DOORS music cranked up
and i was sober and clean back
then just a kid still
1984 or there abouts

all the backoads
black and quiet
farmers feilds and lakes
and outstretched arms of
trees down twisting pioneer
highways
single lane bridges
and straight away passages
over swamps
along lakesides

Jim Morrisons smooth vocals
pounding out of the PIONEER
ghetto blaster plugged into
the twelve volt adapter
Ghetto blaster on the front
seat the old cigarette lighter
in the ashtray
black cord

Cowboy boot shifting from the
gas pedal to the brake
chrome shifter knob
on the column
D for drive illuminated
spedometer rising and
falling

tail lights blazing on the
curves and stop signs
dual headlamps shinning a
path down the wet gravel

twenty three long years ago

"this is the end
beautiful freind
.."

My ex went to Paris
and bought my daughter a
t-shirt
from the gravesite of
Jim Morrison

addictions and death
superstardom
but he could write

what he left stands on
its own
and like Billie Holiday
and all the others
the music never ends
its never over

and the lights blaze
on

..O..

10:36 p.m. - 2007-04-27

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