Once upon a time...
in a land not long ago
was a young blonde haired girl
Who went to the show
Little Miss 1565
with the dreams of every child
We soon found ourselves
traveling into an endless abyss
towards the final event horizon
past the graveyards of the mind
It was there I saw the light
The lights of the circus
which came into town
for a weekend show
"I WANT TO GO!"
Down Old Corpse Road
where the dead danced
The clowns soon arrived
with their three legged dog Clyde
by their side
Caged beasts soon released
to the applause of the crowd
A fire broke out
that night was a living hell
with the smell of burnt flesh
rising up, consuming the moonlit skies
Children screams
panicked animals seeking safety
soon all that was left was charred remains
leaving a scarred memory
A lone clown was seen
crying near the railroad tracks
Sirens soon filled the air
it was all over in minutes
the end of the innocence
the end of an American Dream
a naked clown, lying down, in
a hospital morgue, in full clown make-up,
is gutted from neck to belly
moments of madness
It was a most peaceful place
To lie back on a summer morn
Remembering days gone by
Looking up
At the sky
Things were more simple
In the past
The ghosts of dead clowns
Gathered around
Laughing at what we conceive
Letting us know that things
Will only get better
Believe
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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