Here we are (me and Frank)
at Jim Morrison’s Grave
Frank wanted to read here.
Whatever.
Doesn’t really hold much significance to me,
I’ve heard a handful of the Doors’ songs.
Catchy, dated.
Some kid has his headphones on,
he’s looking rather reverent,
I wonder what he’s listening to.
Frank’s striking up a conversation
and the girls are loving it.
Frank says Morrison is a poet in his own right.
Break on through to the other side.
When I was in highschool
a freshman showed me a photo of Jim Morrison
with an erection.
His name was Corey
and one time my friends and I convinced him
to eat dog ice-cream,
Fucker never saw it coming.
