Jim Morrison's Bong

the skys close
heavens gates
flash in neon
no vacancy
closed on sunday
are all hopes to
find sweet serenity
dope in my veins
wine in my heart
a exotic dose
to free my mind
I roam the world
in search of sanctuary
within these lands
I find none
below fires tempt
legs spread wide
craving fulfillment
arching curiosity
with no sure ends
hotel motel hangman's fate
the bathroom walls
choke my soul
like the smoke from
Jim Morrison's bong