Morrison

The lizard king; the just flair of the mind
Where the depth of his words are salacious
stark wisdom designed; he’s one of a kind
Lest his gait be marked wild and gracious

Leather adorned with a skeletal husk
His voice cleansed in the game of foretelling
Nectar in musk, psychedelics by dusk
Crystal ships break the waves that are swelling

Where the people are strange and the fires, alight
Vain riders on the storm of persuasion
American night; the fanciest plight
Glazed gains in immaculate quotations

Babylon fading in black polished chrome
Where angels and sailors gorge on his poem