Screams of motherless children
fill my god damn head
in this final hour
Old school death song
my cup overflows
aliens, demons
rubbery, like some death mask
without any salvation
The mystery of the word
caged inside my head
like a songbird
It was out with the old god &
in with the new
shedding life like a snake &
buried alive in a shallow grave
It was Hell!
Comically masturbating
in rhythm of time & space
thoughts of mothers with daughters
Incest is best
Forbidden
Under the
Carney's
Knowledge
Or was it was Heaven?
This is the End...
was heard on the radio
The beginning of another talk show
The poets all gathered around
to try and understand what they had found
A harmonic parade of Words
With no rhyme nor reason
Nothing much seen but the end of a dream
The end of the word was near
The ghosts of dead poets arrived
To heckle what The Fool had written
Nothing left to do but wallow inside a strict militant irony &
create a new parody religion
Nothing left to do but die
with hope that these words survive
WOW, I'm sick of this lie
Living in the light of this serious
souse
Cruel intentions
The television has the power
Dogface women & their mean trainers
pulled by leashes, frightened by
their sighs
I'm sick of those theatrical masks
Staring back at me from the T.V. screen
Dead babies, crying
The ghost voices are disembodied
The dancers, all blind
are waiting for their solemn cue
They are waiting to be guided onto
the darkened stage
Do you know how real & comical
comes the comedians death during his final bow
unannounced, unplanned for
as if it were planned for all along
like the magic mushroom you've accidentally
eaten for dinner
Parody makes fools of us all & gives us smiles where we had frowns as smooth as a razor blade
No more make-up, no more clowny dress
This other realm seems by far the best
Until this jabberwocky takes its final breath
With a rigid obedience into a vegetative state
Soon I will go!
I prefer a deep sleep
To this Grand Delusion Show
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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