Light My Fire
Music: a muse to amuse me. Jim Morrison, You Touch Me, Baby Mr Mojo Rising, the Lizard King who could do anything, except live. Died, she cried. When he was gone, she cried. She still lives on Love Street. Memories linger long on Love Street as she drives in the moonlight. Far from her hazy hippy self an L.A. woman, now, where people are strange. She laments the end with a feast of friends in strange days. Alive, she cries. She lives. |