The dawn of devils cry to heaven
spreading across a reptilian desert
to rewind years ago, sixty seven
and a life seemingly so infinite.
In the mystic river of Rock n Roll
A lizard was the king of the shoal.
It is time to bring Jim to the fore.
It was time for him to swim ashore.
He slithered ,swam in a deep river alcoholic
too shallow were the wines of human tastes.
For he was a profound child, diabolic
and dangerous , oh dangerously insane.
Laughing out of sadness sad,
a crystal soul perpetually pristine.
Crying out of happiness mad,
untarnished by fangs, feminine.
There he was the shaman rock poet,
dancing with life , a deadly duet.
stripping women while they heavily sighed
he had nothing to lose and nothing to hide.
As clouds and doctors called upon his life,
a beard grew along with premature wisdom.
An insecure muse , the poet’s wife
swam along with him, the sake of love dumb.
Drank to life until the beautiful end,
his best friend, called upon from whiskey deep.
He swam horizons from tide to tide,
Broke on through to the other side.
P.S: Words sometime gather up and get drunk in a local bar , when they leave what happened in the bar is called Poetry.