The trust is in this digest
This minute bewilderment has
slowly lobotomized the maddened
Visitors. And now for the
cold sip. I'm tired of drinking.
I want the old school
to reinvent this comedic rule.
My mind jests—you know.
Before I end this chapter here
I would like to tell you
about Old-time Radio and the Mercury Theater.
it moves onto the airwaves thru
your scared souls and nervous
Smiles like a lost wanderer
into this sideshow. He was
a giant and they all cried.
The day rained tears on the day
that Tilly died.
Thrill seeking angels hark
This lampoon into being. They use
hallowed halls. The jokers-
a rousing ovation—The
jesters sing and dance.
An audience of deaf mutes
clapping with one hand
completes the oration
"In the year of the snake there was
an immense migration
of creativity.
I left the sideshow and went into
the woods to live.
I slept on the ground.
At night the moon became
a smiling face
I met the Spirit of Parody."
About the Creator
Joe King
"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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