The American Night

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

The American Night published 2 years after Wilderness and nothing since sadly!
Produced exactly as Jim wrote it by close friend Frank Lisciansdro. Any good or pretentious bollocks....?





WELCOME TO THE AMERICAN NIGHT

Welcome to the American Night
where dogs bite
to find the voice
the face the fate the fame
to be tamed
by The Night
in a quiet soft luxuriant
car
Hitchhikers line the Great Highway

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

"real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities... opens all doors you can walk through any one that suits you. If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it's to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel."
Jim Morrison



Lessons on becoming
a revolutionary
an actor
(a prophet!)
or a poet

There's still good friends
to assist & relieve you
Mercenary whim
for her or for him

First become a
Visionary-Scientist
radiocal biochemical
aviationary sky-diver
Then contact your local pub-
lic accountant (he'll tell you
how to spread the seeds of doubt)

[mywildlove4371]

I think I over looked this one when I read the book

[ensenada]

not read it yet....need wilderness too.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

SUDDEN ATTACK

Sudden attack
Stabbed & hacked but no
pain no death

Zone of silence
Sudden powered
mute strangeness
& awareness
most awkward to the mind
alive w/ love & laughter
& memory sweet of kinder
times
when we spoke & words
had soft form by
a fire

Cock-Pit

Cock-pit
I am real Take a snapshot of me
He is real, shot
Reality is what has been
concealed from us for so long
birth sex death
we're alive when we laugh
when we can feel the
rush & spurt of blood
blood is real in its redness
the rainbow is real in absence of blood

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

ELECTRIC STORM

electric storm
from the front
barometer at zero
forest
blue-eyed dog
strangled by snow
Night storm
flight-drive thru deserts
neon capitals, Wilderness
echoed & silenced
by angels

Angel Flight
to tobacco farm
the roadhouse
tomorrow

get ready for the Night
the rumors on waking
a gradual feeling of
learning & remembering

imagine a heaven in the
night-time
would one member be missing?

THE DESERT

The Desert
-- roseate metallic blue
& insect green
blank mirrors & pools of silver
a universe in one body

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

I FUCKED THE DREGS...
I fucked the dregs of the ruins
of an empire
I fucked the dust and the
horrible queen
I fucked the chick at the
gates of the Maya
I fucked all your women
& treated the same
w/ respect for your warriors
returned from the
Kingdom
fucked w/ the Negroes
in cabs of the drivers
Fucked little infants of North
Indo-China
Branded w/ Napalm & screaming
in pain



Slightly different version of the published poem.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

I like this one. Possibly about Mary Werbelow.
The first verse could refer to the song The End.
A silly goodbye song he wrote about Mary which turned out to be so much more. Interesting!

TO BE ALONE

To be alone
& watch the dawn
It could create
a silly song
About a girl
I used to know

She was the star
of the lost side show

She wasn't me
She wasn't you
Believe you me
Knew what to do

& say to a man on
the end of his tether
"Hey, fine handsome
Man, there'll be a change
in the weather"

So what am I
Supposed to do
Just sit alone
& chew my shoe
I need a love
No more than she
& yet no less
& no regrets

If you can fill me in
on my Telephone
I'd be a sadder,
wiser son of a gun

I'll just this
about all that
I was the mouse
who caught the cat

I don't intend
To give you no points
of view

I just mean to tell
You--I'm alone

This is a jolly little ditty !

IF ONLY I

If only I
could feel
The sound
of the sparrows
& feel childhood
pulling me
back again

If only I could feel
me pulling back
again
& feel embraced
by reality
again
I would die
Gladly die

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

This is from American Night's Notebook Poems chapter.
part of Can We Resolve The Past



Hey man you want girls
Pills grass come-on
I show you good time
This place has everything
Come-on, I show you

Bulesque Beat

Can we resolve the past -- lurking jaws
joints of Time -- the base -- to come
of age in a dry place -- holes & caves

The music was new black polished
chrome & came over the summer
like liquid night -- the D.J.'s
Took pills to stay awake & play
for 7 days

The General's son had a sister.
They went down to see him.
They went to the studio & someone
knew him. Someone knew
the T.V. Showman.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

Morrison wrote several poems with the title The American Night it seemed like a reccuring theme throughout his life.
Here are three from the Paris Jornal.

[TheWallsScreamedPoetry]

[Scott Alderson]

Jan 16, 2011 12:20:56 GMT TheWallsScreamedPoetry said:

I FUCKED THE DREGS...
I fucked the dregs of the ruins
of an empire
I fucked the dust and the
horrible queen
I fucked the chick at the
gates of the Maya
I fucked all your women
& treated the same
w/ respect for your warriors
returned from the
Kingdom
fucked w/ the Negroes
in cabs of the drivers
Fucked little infants of North
Indo-China
Branded w/ Napalm & screaming
in pain



Slightly different version of the published poem.