Ode to LA while thinking of Brain Jones, Deceased
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Ode to LA while thinking of Brain Jones, Deceased




LAmerica
Cold treatment of our empress
LAmerica
The Transient Universe
LAmerica
Instant communion and
communication

lamerica
emeralds in glass
lamerica
searchlights at twi-light
lamerica
stoned streets in the pale dawn
lamerica
robed in exile
lamerica
awift beat of pround heart
lamerica
eyes like twenty
lamerica
swift dream
lamerica
frozen heart
lamerica
soldiers doom
lamerica
clouds & strugles
lamerica
Nighthawk
lamerica
doomed from the start
lamerica
"That's how I met her
lamerica
lonely & frozen
lamerica
& sullen, yes
lamerica
right from the start"

Then stop.
Go.
The wilderness between.
Go around the march.



in
Wilderness: The Lost Writings of Jim Morrison;
Vintage, 1989



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