I rate Jim Morrison's poetry the way I do John Lennon's famous doodles. Technically they're borderline atrocious to fair with the occasional flicker of insight. However, it's their creator that makes them so intriguing. Wilderness: The Lost Writings
is a collection of simple-but-enigmatic phrasings that could loosely be called poetry, made more interesting due to the writer's fame/infamy. Best read by Doors fans, especially if they're still young (or young at heart and mind) and still open to basic couplets about the various facets of love/lust and elementary existentialism.
When I was an 18-year-old diehard Doors fan, who happens to share Morrison's birthday, I gobbled this shit up. With time and wisdom, I see that it's not a great idea to gobble up shit.