posted on April 18, 2008 at 9:34 pm

the light of a byegone afternoon
yeah i recognize it
everything yellowish white
everything curving around itself
the writhing vegetation
the branches in the trees rub against each other
the trees are eroticised
and they touch each others bark lewdly
nature succumbs to love
palm trees shaking and nodding
gardenias move off their faces in joy
clouds manifest human-like shapes
and fuck in the sky
gently raining down
the colours all have numbers and voices
bass purple 9
contralto red 33
bees arrive
precise and identical
some of the cactii are in juicy bloom
suggestive pink fleshy protusions
how did i arrive here?
through the mirror
which was soft and hazy
like cotton wool
or a slight gentle resistance
jim sitting in his otherworld
jim with his huge blue beard
jim with the swirling changing hair
jim under some other sun
sitting thinking
ice cold beer and mexican weed
writing some poetry in his book
we are flames…
morrison writes
…and we burn eternally inside cold white cages
the system w/ its spears
girls come and stay intent on sleep
girls from nevada and utah and sword
little honey melts in my car
i pull up outside the blue sky motel
her luggage w/snakegun
the cops drift by in their movietone dream
tasting moms apple pie and bombe alaska
later in the pool in the Kool night
as she sinks almost lifeless
sharks circle w/ one thousand ideas
her fingers touch their weeping eyes as they devour her
softly monsters she seems to say
and as i turn the key in the door of room 13
unlocking a past
your father appears in his flannel suit
making polite conversation as
i sit on the bed watching you shower
out there …l.a..pulses with a sick unaffordable force
i know you
says your father w/ his soft voice….

what do you think? jimbo asks me
as i read over his shoulder in the garden
and his technicolor hair swirls a day-glo vortex
yeah its great i guess
i hear myself say
adding some lilac to his hair
that flows away like a rippling wave
under the eddies and currents of his wild hippy poet hair…
the air charges in full of purple and orange light
electricity crackles and discharges
the garden is in a frenzy
the clouds turn big and black as they rut above
jim sits there
his hair blowing wildly
his black jacket with the collar flap
his black t shirt against his paleskin
he turns and stares at the rain and wind
and he looks like a wild elvis or elijah
i try to freeze the picture
and the mirror cracks deep
shards of the sky w/blood
blue and red
no reflection

18 Responses to “jims mirror”

  1. avatar
    davem | 18 April 2008 at 11:24 pm #

    Excellent stuff. Are you painting Jimbo for a commission?
    No doubts you don’t realise that your body of work eclipses his? It does SK. I’ve got almost everything both of you have produced and he doesn’t compare, great though he was. Truly.
    Enjoy your weekend my hero.

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    Matt | 18 April 2008 at 11:48 pm #

    Thanks, killa. Great bit of imagery to start the day.
    Gonna go shuffle the Doors and the Chrunch on the pod now . . .

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    Brien Comerford | 19 April 2008 at 12:25 am #

    Jim Morrison was arguably the greatest studio vocalist in rock history. He was a disgraceful live performer who had no respect for his fellow band members or the audience.

    JIMBO was a mind of a higher order but he was a full-blown nihilist. He was utterly bereft of any compelling spirituality. His empathy for Native Americans was a minor plus. The Jim Morrison cult entrapped me in my college years but these days I eschew Morrison. Life it too short to idolize a hedonistic megalomaniac who despised his family and abused his friends. Jim Morrison makes me shudder in despair.

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    Hellbound Heart | 19 April 2008 at 12:52 am #

    erotic, dreamy and evocative…very nice indeedy…
    love always…

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    Ross B | 19 April 2008 at 1:22 am #

    This is like a backdrop to many of Sam Shepard’s plays particularly dating from the late 60’s-70’s.

    Artists/writers like Jimbo and Shepard were channelling off similar ideas & concepts and the spirit of their times. Steve you really capture the flavour and essence of all of that in your poem.

    Lovely piece Steve, have a great day SK + all, R.

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    Anne Marie: | 19 April 2008 at 2:41 am #

    Am I back already? Shit. That was a fantastic ride.


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    nickfiction | 19 April 2008 at 3:14 am #

    when i was a wee lad i spoke to an old time music( Jane Scott ) critic who had interviewed big Jim a year before his demise and remarked that he ” already stunk of death ” great, great Jim ….. he was one of a kind….

  8. avatar
    MEM | 19 April 2008 at 4:06 am #

    Killer, candid critic of my talks,
    what will i say you are
    doing in your land of Lemuria?

    Writing something to outshine
    that of Rimbaud? Morrison?
    Or swimming peacefully in the
    healthy waters, musing on all that
    is worthy of one wise and good?

    Amid hopes and cares
    fears and passions, believe that
    every day that has dawned
    is your last. Gratefully will arrive
    to you another hour.

    When you want a laugh
    you will find me in a state,
    a true blogger
    from Epicurus’s herd.

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    syrinx | 19 April 2008 at 6:16 am #

    After reading that I’m going to go dig a tablespoon out of the silver drawer, fill it full of agave nectar. For dessert.

    As they say on eBay:

    AAA+++++ highly recommend to do business with

  10. avatar
    captain mission | 19 April 2008 at 8:35 am #

    love street
    thanks great image conjoured

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    fantasticandy | 19 April 2008 at 12:08 pm #

    in the series
    ‘my conversations with dead rock gods.’

    we usually have very similar views
    don’t we?
    but be fair to the lizard king,
    he really was ‘the shit’ in his day…
    and, yes brien…he wasn’t the nicest guy around…..
    one of the first of the ‘rock poets’ though.
    i bet ya our chum the killer was groovin’ away to the unknown soldier back in the day!
    yeah….morrison might have been morally bankrupt but……….

    a spiffing weekend to all!
    andy L.

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    davem | 19 April 2008 at 12:39 pm #

    Andy…..he was brilliant.
    But, like you, I nailed my colours to the Kilbey mast 26 years ago and the ride is beyond comparison. My listening over a typical week is probably 80% Kilbey/Church, 10% Gabriel-era Genesis & other prog and 10% 60’s garage plus english and amercian psych…so Jimbo gets a play every few days!!

  13. avatar
    heather | 19 April 2008 at 1:11 pm #

    wow! a different style….not so much magic realsm as, dunno, kind of high chroma…


  14. avatar
    Matthew | 19 April 2008 at 1:38 pm #

    “he looks like a wild elvis or elijah” …nice.

  15. avatar
    persephone2u | 19 April 2008 at 6:01 pm #

    Poor Jim might have lived had he chosen Patricia Kennealy over the ditzy Pamela Courson who let him kill himself.

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    syrinx | 19 April 2008 at 6:46 pm #


    yes yes!

    you can sit and imagine until your brain hurts what *their* life together would have been like: those two equally strong personalities. someone should write out THAT alternative life – it would make for a fascinating read.

    someone go make some millions. 🙂

  17. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 19 April 2008 at 6:51 pm #

    Andy is a sane man in an insane world. I must concede that the “The Crystal Ship”, “End of the Night”, “Unhappy Girl”, “Moonlight Drive”, “Wishful Sinful” and “Hyacinth House” and many other Doors’ songs were incredible.

    I do go with Kilbey and Lennon over Jimbo in the musical grand scheme of things.

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    markobears | 19 April 2008 at 9:46 pm #

    Jim told me to stay away from booze and coke. Mix those 2 and you’ll act like a dick.

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