
I am like the
great caged, tamed
lion
dying in the
bitter loneliness
of Being
& exist like bowled
goldfish trapped inside
its underwater world
or by my mere incoherent
words
drowning in myself
Spit in the face, the bell tolls
imprisoned for centuries
By trying to escape
we could resist the
monstrous holes
impregnate these devils
& never linger on the
skeletal remains in our
closets
Let's pray, one day,
perhaps
to escape from our minds
kick in the doors
optimistically, for them
sarcastically, to defend
The Devil
who lives deep within the barrens
has called on me
to resume his path for the coming
Age
Not to kill or maim
But to terrify those
that live down these dark, deserted dirt
roads
& keep alive
this age old legend
Aha!
You've come to see the show!?
Luring the wary
lost wanderer
cautiously into a dark room
The lights flicker on
Caged in the night
The eyes are red, bright
Downward spiral
inside a basement, awaiting a bloody demise
Hear the screams
The loud Scream of the Virgin
in Fear
in fright, of The Devil in the Night
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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