Tag: Jim Morrison
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Poem
Sipping yesterday’s coffeeI’m reading last year’s paperWaiting for a package at my door Sun into night, and againSitting in a chair, thinkingI should rise from my seat, greet the floor Times’ standing still in still lifePaintings of food on cold platesAs ghosts drift within dim planes of light Prehistoric cave drawingsMove like art on wallpaperFading…
