Her Everlasting Love Prevails
For the self-defeating mechanisms

In this vintage one room apartment –
Morrison’s carried away
By a caravan in the background
Live in Philadelphia
On vinyl
The voice, the mind,
The space cadet
Launching, reiterating
From smoke-glossed, once off-white
90 degree angles
At some strange, majestic,
Alcoholic end
Concept far overdue

Fade up

Thompson stares
From behind his trademark
Aviator glasses
Plastered posthumously
On the Rolling Stone cover
Sometime 2005
Fastened crookedly
To the confined, dividing
Clarity
That separates time,
Distance,
And a fatal shotgun
BLAST
To the head
Trigger pulled by the toe
Concept far overdue

Fade left

Bush’s smirking towards Heaven
On 8 1/2 x 11 inches of remembrance
A memento from
Some sarcastic acquaintance
The lyrics of
Damn It Feels Good To Be A Gangsta
Copied, pasted, printed,
Cut, then re-pasted
The verse
“I’ll send a million troops to die at war”
Bolded,
Emphasized
Concept far overdue

Fade right

Barrett’s on the television –
Documentary film
DVD
The new vinyl (with pictures)
Leary never saw it coming
Dropped out too soon
Some Futurist –
The “Vegetable Man” himself, insane
Concept far overdue

Fade down

Someone’s voice reverberates
Through a landline telephone
Long since handed to the floor
“I love you” . . .
And he’s simply sitting here
Medicated
With a thought
Much like Dwyer
It’s a concept far overdue –
In this vintage, one-room apartment