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 &
watch the dreams blossoming
These dreams that carress us
to arise each morning
Delivery
Chinese or Italian? (fat girls)
Backyard Barbecue, choose
Cooks watching the food
intently
Soft burger rolls
Girls in swimming pools
half naked, fresh meat
Hotdogs and melon
A quarter keg of beer
& plastic cups
Drunken moral
Dream. Scream. Born to jest.
Made to witness
the obvious
May 11th
Was like any other day
Golden Earring
blared off in the distance
on this early Friday eve
Stoned monsters
took over the park
seeking a great adventure
seeking escape from their boring lives
seeking another, better high
It was Hell on Earth
The blind led the blind
through the darkened castle
Coffins and strobe lights
The screams, the frights
I lit my lighter
in this haunted palace
to see the time
6:35
But will anyone here get out of alive?
Burning webs
Burning past
Turn to dust
Turn to ash
A passageway into Hell
They say 14 had survived &
eight had died
you can never escape the smell of burnt skin
smouldering dead on the ground like some
lifeless mannequin
See the Funtown burn! Let it be
With flames as high as the eye can see
The fires roar as the children scream
Death occurs in an American dream
A lone drum beats in slow funereal procession
What do I do?
Follow you?
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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