The following poetry was posted on The Lycaeum, a psychedelic meeting place on the Web. TangleFairy posted "Ode To Jim Morrison" first, the others submitted their works as a reaction to it. Whether they were created spontaneously (as Bozo's certainly was) or drawn out of drawers for the occasion (as Mojo's / Jim's) - who knows? Who, indeed, cares, when such a nicely tangled huxpoetic mojo rises?
To Jim Morrison by TangleFairy
tender Womancomfort there
sure miss you sweet Billy
boys of tragic rebellion
Ill do a survey
is certain were human
& goats milk was the fuel
liqueur goes to work quickly on the brain
to by Mojo, with Jim's own words
isnt that fragrant
Spun on by Huxpoet
entered the world
entered the clown face madhouse
ya gots to lose?
hell cycles slowely desolve
of perception...huxpoet has arrived
awoke before sunset
to a door
Continued by Huxpoet
THE END played for the umpteenth time
breaking through the doors of perception
the snake is long; seven miles long...
goin down some funnel of spiralin flashin yesterdays todays and tomorrows
the END OBJECT in some future on down the line...
i am fallin through some hollywood
...apocalypse NOW, the END NOW!!!.we want it
walking down some mu amusment park
morning he woke in the green hotel....
Photography by Bozo.
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