I’ve owned this several times before (stolen from me), and it’s not the most amazing album in the world. Still, I have a personal relationship with it. Jim Morrison made me fall in love with poetry. Remember, poetry was for nerds and chicks in the late eighties/early nineties.

I stumbled upon it by accident at Josey Records in Dallas aka the largest record store in the world (so they claim). The clerk gasped. Number 1171 out of 7000, Limited Edition Record Store Day Exclusive. Should I unwrap it? I think so.

Also, here is a link to the actual album for your listening pleasure. Enjoy.

I’ve got a bit of poetry on the market myself…

Poetry has always come naturally to me. Whether it is an expression of emotion toward someone I care about, or a display of humor pointed in the direction of those I loathe, it is my true outlet. Several of these works were written in a passenger seat while exploring the highways of the United States and somehow managed to survive “The Great Ex-Wife/Ex-Girlfriend Poetry Purge” of 2019. Others were penned during COVID-19 quarantine. Although it may not be the most epic poetry collection you’ve ever read, it all contains bits of blood and soul. You will feel something. Guaranteed.