I fell on the earth

I fell on the earth & raped the snow

I got married to life & breathed w/ my marrow

I saw young dancers

I am meat & need fuel

Need the whorey glimmer of tears

in women, all ages

Laughter sandwich, fuel

for the lunch of meat minds

Now damn you, dance

Now dance

or die sleek & fat in your

reeking seats, still

buckled for flight.

 

Jim Morrison

Done