A man writes words into
a notebook in his room, pages
and then crumbles them up and
burns them away
The smoke lingers on into night
Ghost clowns stare and smell these
words, which will enter into
the minds of the insane
Cool dyslexic humor
Drain me
Read my mind
with your dour sarcasm
Jeweled temple of madness
Cruel words derive
from your mangled brain
Visitors to this clown college
we are just travelers on this
crazy train
The Politics of poetry is real
Can't you feel the parody
cutting thru
Turning laughs into fright
Mixing horror w/ delight.
You wanted to look inside
Do you like what you see?
The cold cutting breeze of
American Insanity
Hold on tight and
keep your hands inside
Nothing's going to stop us now
as we enter into this old Dark Ride
a hole in my head
where my thoughts ooze
Words—rain
for your brain to choose
take what you want
swallow it whole
confound them
These evil thoughts
dark clouds
abound
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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