Hello, I Love You

The Doors of perception maverick swinging carefree to billboard hits in rock’s american counterculture face of the sixties vocalist Jim Morrison steering to the pulse of free love in the heat of Los Angeles riders on the storm loving madly an L.A. woman parading Gloria absolutely live rocking to roadhouse blues in front of the Morrison Hotel forever longing for the sun he’d say to touch me and light my fire people are strange fame and money up in flames it’s a shame gone in a flash booze and partying taken too far age twenty seven life of a rock star no one here gets out alive like so many others joined the 27 Club buried now in northeastern Paris true to his own spirit where he belongs in the Poets’ Corner Read on air by invitation ~ July 10, 2020 'LATE NIGHT POETS' AP: Honorable Mention 2021 Submitted on June 28, 2020 for contest STRAND COMPLETELY NEW POETRY (2) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - HONORABLE MENTION