the unraveling of one James Douglas Morrison

a reported 14 Native Americans and 5 Africans were seen hitchhiking to Tibet to join the hordes awaiting the unraveling of one James Douglas Morrison, former Poet/Singer member of the rock group The Doors this resurrection will be witnessed by approximately 123,000,000 brown black tan red yellow and slightly green people some who have reportedly journeyed from as far as Sierra Vista Arizona to witness this astounding event never since the Christ put-on some 2000 years ago has there been such a shrouded mysticism prevailing over the return of another sex-symbol Morrison, who for the last eight years has been held up in a tiny village near Byzaria Kenya despite the carefully planted Hollywood/Wall St rumors of his death due to heart failure in a Parisian bathtub he has been since devoting himself to the practice of celibacy veganism and Silva mind control to better prepare for the prophesy of the invasion of the Great Snake-Reptile Moon Moth (we live we dies death not ends it) (we get our final vision by clap he once warned) (where is the wine we were promised dying on the vine)

at roughly 11:05 CST Morrison became visible to his awaiting throngs upon his reentry the millions simply snapped their fingers and unfastened their respective undergarments as Morrison rode up on a red 10-speed French bicycle and sneezed in the gathering dust of it. He wore a long mintcolored cape, still his wild

long black mane flew

as in days of old,

pants silver inside a lunar weave,

where wings were visible

where we once had shoulders

smooth as a raven’s claws

upon climbing up the stage

read to deliver his first public appearance

since his mysterious transformation

nearly ten years ago,

Morrison bellowed:

“I WILL NOT GO-

PREFER A FEAST OF FRIENDS

TO THE GIANT FAMILY”

a young girl,

obviously moved beyond breath

emotion and magic pervading,

tossed a bouquet of white lilies

at the Poet’s boots

Morrison seductively picked up the flowers,

moistened his lips

his large yellow tongue dripping,

and hoarsely whispered:

“LAMENT MY COCK”

upon this exclamation

an orgy ensued

and Morrison was escorted away by the few remaining bodyguards of ousted President Idi Amin

Morrison was last seem boarding a starship

chewing a carrot

dressed in Rimbaud black

waving a banner, reading:

“I’LL ALWAYS BE A WORD MAN

BETTER THAN A BIRD, MAN”

NYC

July 3, 1971