Last night I shared a bottle of whiskey with Jim Morrison

he brought acid to the table

we may have been surrounded by indians

his soul jumped into mine

I had a vision of an ancient burial ground

I saw chaeos

He showed me a planet

"They have yet to find this" he said

He called it "Intemperance"

"We bring no wealth here" He said

"Wealth is good for one thing only. Dissipation."

He introduced me to a world of impurity

Events of debauchery

Women sacrificing their chastity

We danced around

with creatures

half human

half inhuman

I witnessed his death

I couldn't watch

He gave me a watch

it had a snakeskin strap

He said "It will give you any time you wish"

another room

faces

the faces stared

They said "Nothing is what it seems. The bus is waiting."

My watch said it wasn't time

The bus crashed into me

He said "It is impossible to live in a world in which I cannot breathe"

I told him he was alive

Another room

naked women

sexually entertained

they saw to my every wim

they saw to his every wim

We stopped at the morrison hotel

its walls adorned with the painting he could not get out of his mind

Napolian in exile

A serpent at the desk

Told me he was my eternal friend

I had a vision of a vast dessert

Ruled by a lizard who would be king

gentle screams of passion

souls over indulging in vices

A staircase

made of a a material not known to man

Guards at the top

dancing around on payote

a poem by William Blake

The door has been opened

The end