Joe King

Joined April 2019

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"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities." - Jim Morrison

These poems are from my book An American Parody, which is a tribute to the writings and poetry of Jim Morrison.

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The Final Hour
Screams of motherless children fill my god damn head in this final hour Old school death song my cup overflows aliens, demons
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Obvious Parody
Ominous Ambiguity Give us an hour for madness We of the broken cock We of the flashing lights and squirting flower We of comedic treasure's breed
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Illiterate Graffiti
Beasts. Metal Fangs sucking face Wild skillful confines, monsters craving Praying aloud, sirens full the air Land of serpents and smooth rare
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
On the Verge
Always a sucker never a winner. Always a joker on the verge of something new, he managed to say something with meaning. It didn't matter
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
The End of the World
I have been to the end of the world and back Weird sights Weird delights A wonderland Meeting strange beasts in the dark forest
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Time Stands Still
I am the clown face inside the box trapped within these prison walls waiting for escape waiting to be sprung free
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
The American Nightmare
Do you know the worn progress under the Hollywood Sign? Do you know of the exit? Have you been trapped in a self-created thrall?
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
An American Parody
A Wake Take screams from my brain My kewpie doll, my special one Choose your way and choose what more you will say Insane divinity
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Divine Dementia
There was several hours to burn before the show So I turned on the radio (Amos and Andy voices on the radio) Someone spoke of changing the world
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Bitter Words
Bitter words The artists are all starving The television is crying static Calling to the gods There are still a few
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
Tales of the American Parody
America, I am hook'd on your cold bright neon lights, & snort your venom thru a straw, I have built a new home to plant the seeds &
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets
The Elaboration of the Absurd
(sounds of a city, a car horn blows as a siren blares) Mimes in the street and roaming Clowns in heat, silent, foaming Caged in the bowels of a circus
By Joe King5 years ago in Poets

Joe King

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The Final Hour

Obvious Parody

Illiterate Graffiti

On the Verge

The End of the World

Time Stands Still

The American Nightmare

An American Parody

Divine Dementia

Bitter Words

Tales of the American Parody

The Elaboration of the Absurd

Stories (31/0)