Limbo Dreams (for Jim Morrison)

Epiphenomena,
Drugged Moth Trinity,
the blue flame’s gory eye;
Laudanum seeds
flowering in rubber gardens.
A tradition gone invisible,
endangered species of Clowns
falling apart in a trick mirror held
by Green hands spreading
the sex of candy gloss girls,
The vigils of acoustic candelabra,
the sex of Ouija Letters
And galleys of sailor costumes.
Like Cats Coming Out of Clocks
Desperate dilated vigils;
Ideal Stranger, Carnival Organ Monkey,
The ReArrival of France;
the blue flame’s on in the kitchen.
The Naked trace of tinfoil moths, a worm’s symmetry,
helpless + pinned by some
stranger’s hand.
Death for cherub ideation is chinoiserie dream,
Like Cats Coming Out of Clocks
crimson eyes awaken scalp the endless night
daring back the dividends
Only the best waste can leave.
Epiphenomena,
A drugged Moth Trinity,
the blue flame’s even split
The piano is calling you home.
The Man on the River Styx whistling acapella,
unknown to his tune,
absent as a period
entombed in space.
Boy of 27 summers
limbo dreams
Can only speak of Was and When.
Hello! We love you! Hello!
Hello?


                                                                     John Allen