I'm sure everyone saw the rad moon on Saturday night? My phone does not take the most optimal pictures so this grainy shot is the best I could do, but it looks better on here than it did on Instagram.
I'm not sure how much I believe in astrology, star signs, moon shifts, and the solstice however it is this time of year that I try to. I found out yesterday that Jim Morrison is also a Sagittarius. I feel that's cool because he was quite philosophical however also a little scary because as my mother would say, he "pickled" himself and died at 27. At least I'm almost through this year so that keeps me positive.
For that I'm going to share one of my favorite poems of his. I've been listening to his readings on Spotify in the mornings (hashtag granola) but either way I have come to appreciate him more as an artist.
A Feast Of Friends
Staring at me from the TV
Tower, I want roses in
my garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
for the plant that's plowed.
They are waiting to take us into
the severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
comes death on a strange hour
unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
and gives us wings
where we had shoulders
smooth as raven's
claws
No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
until it's other jaw reveals incest
and loose obedience to a vegetable law.
I will not go
Prefer a Feast of Friends
To the Giant Family.
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