Poor Andy dead and gone
Left us here to sing-a-long
Foreign little man with a neck brace on...
Poor Andy dead and gone
I’m a follower of your new reality
They’ve just picked me to play
The King of Fools
Oh Latka!
All the antics we never saw
Lost in the Funhouse
In a neck brace
Come back, clown warrior
Do the jive
One more time
Fat Tony Clifton
Where’s the Joker?
Inside comedy halls
where wonder's born
where the brave survive
on late night shows
Your conga drum keeps the rhythm
You’ve left us
No one
to compete against
Applause
I hope you went out
Fighting
Like a contender
w/ your genius shenanigans
of yesterday
A foreign man
w/ no one competing
for his throne
& realm
He's charmed
us harmless
Fools
Harlequin
Bleeding sullen
each night
Obscene
mean
intergender
Wrastler
The wrestling ring, the fall
Your Foolery
You were one step ahead
The Fight
on Late Night
horned-god
Elvis in the spot light
Look now at all those wanting
You
in comedy heaven
w/ the Jokesters
& Jewels
Your spirit
Bound
Your head, bald, Shining
Lucky You?
What is this new death stunt
you showed us
Poking holes in your madness
Grin
We will wait
for your next parody reality
to see one day soon
Begin
Indian dance.
See you in Heaven
My friend
Goofing on the gods
Your spirit
Leaped into my soul
Dank You Veddy Much
* No Words *
Inspired by the Jim Morrison qoute:
"Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything, it just ticks off the possibilities."
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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