THE DOORS - Jim Morrison, POET DELUXE

While we all mourn poor Ray, and we ALL go rushing out to buy hippie John's book about how rotten Ray was and how bad commercialism was, let's NOT overlook the main reason anyone cares about THE DOORS.

It was POET JIM.

The man was so profound. Wasn't he?

He was a romantic poet who believed in love at first sight:

Hello, I love you

Won't you tell me your name?

Hello, I love you

Let me jump in your game

Unlike some mere hillbilly like Roy "Pretty Woman" Orbison, POET JIM was, oh, wow man, like BLAKE or BAUDELAIRE or RIMBAUD or something. He elevated girl-watching to the point where it was a psychedelic art form. Right?

She holds her head so high

Like a statue in the sky

Her arms are wicked, and her legs are long

When she moves my brain screams out this song

This is why the guy moved to Paris. Sensitive poets like this can't survive merely waving their dicks in front of an audience in Florida. Or getting into arguments over "commercialism."

If you see a woman on the street, don't be crude like a construction worker, don't shout out "HELLO, I LOVE YOU, WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME?"

Be a sensitive POET. And say, "HELLO, I LOVE YOU, WON'T YOU TELL ME YOUR NAME?"