TOMBSTONE CHRONICLES

"IT IS SAID, THAT ON DYING WE FIND A TOMB IN THE WOMB OF THE EARTH"

"I won't come out, you must come in. To me. Into my womb-garden where I peer out."

 

ODE TO LA

…Poor Ophelia

All those ghosts he never saw
Floating to doom
On an iron candle

Come back, brave warrior
Do the dive
On another channel

Hot buttered pool
Where’s Marrakesh
Under the falls
the wild storm
where savages fell out
in late afternoon
monsters of rhythm…

 

In Memory of Brian Jones

Rest In Peace  

 

Lamerica

Trade-routes guide lines The Vikings & explores Discoverers The unconscious a map of the states The veins of highways Beauty of a map Hidden connections Fast trampled forest Madness in a whisper neon crackle The hiss of tires A city growls rich vast & sullen like a slow monster come to fat & die.

“People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend“

 

KATA TON DAIMONA EAYTOY

JIM MORRISON 1943-1971

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