The stoner king

the lizard king was laid back
beneath the swirling sky
happy with his consorts
who taught him how to fly. . .
he often wore his colors
they were his alibi
when flying in his madness
from his lovers sad outcry. . .
away from all thats holy
unto his Lorelei.
where all his hopes were fal'n
to the shattered by and by. . .
just beyond the circle
of the how come and the why
so busy with his verses
he failed to say goodbye. . .

January 1976
considering Jim Morrison