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Tracking The Lizard King

Drew Marshall

Almost an hour had passed, and I was still lost
There were no signposts or directions of any kind
I was alone, with no one else in sight

I thought I should leave the Pere Lachaise cemetery
I’d head back to my hotel room in Pigalle, the red light district
I still had one more day in Paris, before returning to New York

I happened to notice some graffiti writing across a tomb stone
In a bright blood red, it said, THE LIZARD KING
There was an arrow underneath, pointing in the direction to my left

I started on my journey
I would see more graffiti splattered across more headstones
JIMS GRAVE. STRANGE DAYS
All accompanied by an arrow, pointing the way

It was a few weeks past the tenth anniversary, of Jim Morrison’s death
I noticed cigarette butts on the ground
There were also reefer roaches and an occasional empty wine bottle, littering the path

“Roadhouse Blues” began swimming through the air
The music grew louder as I progressed
I finally reached my destination

Centered atop the rectangular headstone
There sat a beautiful, perfectly chiseled bust of Morrison
The headstone is covered with graffiti, making it difficult to read the name
SAVE OUR CITIES! NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE! DIONYSUS!

A small pot of flowers and several loose flowers bookended the bust

A young girl held a flower and stared pensively at the stone
Another young man took hits on a joint, while looking at the bust

A third man in his early thirties, took shots from his wine bottle
He mouthed the words to the song playing on his tape player

I snapped a few photos in rapid succession and sat on a nearby bench
Trinkets and garbage, joints and cigarette butts were scattered throughout

I was the same age as Jim, when he left this planet
I was somewhat amused and pissed off as well
A cemetery was a place of quiet reflection
Not a place to get drunk, stoned or litter

The cemetery staff wanted this grave removed and sent back to the states

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