MORRISON’S END.

I had reached the end much too early,

Not late for once but still not on time.

We were so close but so far in this frame of mind.

You were on the highway into the sunset,

I cruised in the slow.

Less enjoyment, less pain,

Still had an open and powdery brain.

Junk up then collapse,

That was your thing.

It did such a good job of relieving your sting,

In the smack you were wrapped

The more restless you napped,

Was that how you watched me die?

Through a numb face

And a near closed eye?

You pulled the belt for me,

And told me I'd drown,

I was already more than coming down.

Further derailing my life,

Thinking Nirvana was close.

Pretty springtime, natural energy,

So many arms to make me a dose.

Your dead flowers brought genius

Of a million degrees,

Mind spilled into music

When we were just fusin'.

I'd dumped and snorted only hours ago,

It was then that you offered,

You needn't have bothered,

I had premonitions I'd be feeling abhorred.

(to go with Joanna's piece, hopefully to be changed to morrison..)