Dead men’s voices leak unused wisdom

As they stagger through their celebrity

Wasted innocence, begging , asking, confused

Morrison crying, break on thru to the other side

Too late, too soon, too much, too attuned

He struggled with demons, beyond his ability

To ride the snake, to break on thru… his need to know

What lay beyond, hid behind…what more to come

In some distant bathtub, immune at last..he knew

Hendrix reached, striving for perfection he always had

But didn’t recognize, forever out of reach, wanting,

Needing, unsatisfied hunger…reaching for oblivion

Chasing the needle down the rabbit hole..(i’m late)

He bemoaned his demise, before he realized, time

Had ceased to exist, and still he reached….

How many more, great sounds, great words

Stretched beyond their ability

To control, how many more to go, grasping

Needing to know…what lay behind...what lay beyond

The words…