The Travelers

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend

The Travelers

Poem by Jim Morrison
Photo by Alain Ronay with Courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/31096002@N04/

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