L.A. Woman

EMPTY DOORS

 

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Jim joined the trash heap
Not my idea
But Roomie owns the home
No more shades on
Windows or doors
I was always his L.A. Woman
Jim’s, not Roomie’s
In my mind, anyway
And through the years
As my hair burned
And no one ever saw
A woman so alone
As me
Or even cared
I had his music
And words
As comfort
So here is my tribute
In free poetry
Nowhere near
As exceptional as Jim’s
I hum and strum
My song in Minor keys
Nothing like the extraordinary
Voice that only Jim could do
My final goodbye to you
Jim Morrison
On the good side
We know
That MR. MOJO will be RISING…

(c) 2019 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Jim Morrison shade tossed away

*L.A. Woman YouTube Video https://youtu.be/WwnLt6b7YHk

EF-EL WOMAN WRITES

 

 

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I still get chills

Listening to Jim Morrison

Seemingly singing to a lonely woman

But really confirming his identity

To a cold and frightening universe

Chanting the anagram of his name

Mr. Mojo Rising

How envious I am

That his name was so magical

His poetry perfection

His voice

His music

His knowledge

Touching the souls

Of confused and frightened teens

Way back while our friends

Disappeared into the door

Of the war

And we took up his chant

Bopping our heads in cars

Or while grasping our new

Transistor radios in bed

Ear plugs connecting us

As we mouthed the words

So our parents wouldn’t hear

And forbid us to listen, through fear

As we sang Jim’s incantation

To the stars…

 

© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

 

https://youtu.be/JskztPPSJwY The Doors YouTube video *