Horse Latitudes by Jim Morrison
The barn is burning The race-track is over Farmers run out w/ buckets of water The horse flesh is burning They’re kicking the stalls (panic in a horse’s eye That can spread & fill an entire sky.) The clouds flow by & tell a story about the lightning bolt & the mast on the steeple Some people have a hard time describing sailors to the undernourished. The decks are starving Time to throw the cargo over Now down & the high-sailing fluttering of smiles on the air w/its cool night time disturbance Tropic corridor Tropic Treasure What got us this far to this mild equator Now we need something & someone new when all else fails we can whip the horse’s eyes & make them cry & sleep France is 1st, Nogales round-up Cross over the border– land of eternal adolescence quality of despair unmatched anywhere on the perimeter Message from the outskirts calling us home This is the private space of a new order. We need saviors To help us survive the journey. Now who will come Now hear this We have started the crossing Who knows? it may end badly The actors are assembled; immediately they become enchanted I, for one, am in ecstasy enthralled. Can I convince you to smile? No wise men now. Each on his own grab your daughter & run “Oh God, she cried I never knew what it meant to be real I thought all this was a joke, I never let the horror, or the sweetness & the dignity penetrate my brain” “Let me up to see the window. Dark Riders pass in the sunset coming home from raiding parties. The taverns will be full of laughter, wine, & later dancing, later dangerous knife throws. Antonio will be there & that whore, Blue Lady playing cards w/silver decks & smiling at the night, & full glasses held aloft & spilled to the moon. I’m sad, so full of sadness” She’s selling news in the market Time in the hall The girls of the factory Rolling cigars They haven’t invented musak yet So I read to them From The BOOK OF DAYS a horror story from the Gothic age a gruesome romance From the LA Plague. I have a vision of America Seen from the air 28,000 ft. & going fast A one-armed man in a Texas parking labyrinth A burnt tree like a giant primeval bird in an empty lot in Fresno Miles & miles of hotel corridors & elevators, filled w/ citizens Motel Money Murder Madness Change the mood from glad to sadness play the ghost song baby a young woman, bound silently, on a hostpital table, obviously pregnant, is gutted & rifled of her empire objects of oblivion Drugs sex drunkenness battle return to the water-world Sea-belly Mother of man Monstrous sleep-waking gentle swarming atomic world Anomic in social life how can we hate or love or judge in the sea-swarm world of atoms All one, one All How can we play or not play How can we put one foot before us or revolutionize or write Does the house burn? So be it. The World, a film which men devise. Smoke drifts thru these chambers Murders occur in a bedroom. Mummers chant, birds hush & coo. Will this do? Take Two.