I spent the morning
as a photographer's model
wrenched into poses
for sordid 8mm thrills.

I spent midday
as a sculptor's tool,
scratching out lines
from the liquid Siesta Sun.

I spent the afternoon
as a painter's longing,
slashing off ears
and other pathetic parts.

I spent the evening
as a singer's muse
radiating jealousy
of the Magpie's chattering melody.

I spent the night
as an actor's lines,
directed by the page's
plain, predictable pigment.

I spend each daybreak
as a jester declining,
receding to double-clicks
on bits of shining something-porn.

Brian Jones, English musician and composer, died today in 1969.

Jim Morrison, American musician and composer, died today in 1971.