Feast of Friends

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Feast Of Friends

Wow, I’m sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain South Cruel bindings
The sevants have the power
Dog-men & their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over Our sailors
I’m sick of dour faces Starong at me from the t.v. Tower,
I want roses in My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that’s plowed
They are waiting to take us into The severed garden
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful
Comes death on a stranger hour
Unannounced, unplanned
for Like a scaring over-friendly guest you’ve Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven’s claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it’s other jaw reveals incest &
loose obedience to a vegetable law
I will not go Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family

Jim Morrison ( An American Prayer )