My name is Jim Morrison and I was born on the day he died
One time I pooped in an elevator
Wow, 100 likes every second. Crazy.
Short attention span – happy.
Lucy will lead you to the Lizard king.
Listening to The Ghost Song
I’m from Mars, that’s strange,
Felt like the Phantom Zone from the Superman Comics.
Listening to The Doors, outdoors, indoors or with no doors
Listening to Jim in the warm blackness of a summer night near the seaside
Blacking out and then waking up the next morning
Being followed by shadows
Falling out of love with someone
It involved cake
Catching my boyfriend crossdressing
Kiddy pools and hotel roofs,
When I was in love
My voice. It no longer expressed words
It expressed my soul;
Not in the right frame of mind
Dropped some acid
Being believed unworthy to the point you denied a reality:
Robby and Ray In Prague.
Been in jail up in the states
I can predict the future now –
Complete Works of Shakespeare come flying out of the bookcase
No one remembers your name.
As clear as day a male and female voice in unison say my name,
In fact, some girl who was similar to me in age and stature
-Every day in Pakistan is strange these days
Associate it with an Irish Banshee…
Being a dissociative amnesiac and becoming a piece of furniture
This is the most disturbing section ever,
Phoenixes made of colored sand above us
Fall away only to form another phoenix
Thinking you’re Jim Morrison reincarnated
Jim, save us – Nice try, Fb i
Had sex with a gal in a bathroom and she cried, alive she did
Long, everyday, surviving the 2012 apocalypse.
I thought a mountain was a turtle
Reading all the grammatical errors that people post
Watching an Eagle riding on a camel’s back
The number 15 constantly recurring
It’s an Indian thing!
*This piece is inspired by (and comprised of) the comments left under a post on The Doors’ Facebook fanpage.
Collage: Claire Palmer