Saturday, September 25, 2010
Long Live The Lizard King
I see them like a not-so silent film
this talking slide-show of the mind
Morrison
whipping
a girl sense-less
bare breasted
bleeding
begging
for more
filth is everything about this room
swimming in
tears
waiting
to want
something
road wearied
riding harder
scares
trash
a rash of
whiskey
semen
sweat &
leather pants
empty/turned-up-side-down/punished
whisper nonsensical screams
the dogs are awake
packs of hungry beasts
their bellies ready
their teeth sharpened
on dreams of another time
they're
coming
she is
he is
we could
all be
cumming
together
as one
unite
under
the moon
the sun
the roofs of
our prisons
& scream
like her
& bleed
like her
& breath
like her
alive &
witness
"the American Night"
an empty stage
an empty throne
Long Live The Lizard King
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"Waiting to want something"
ReplyDeletethat's a poem in itself
AND HOW!!
ReplyDeletei love your head.
mind.
whatever...
kick ass murph...
ReplyDeletereally like how you played with form, structure and style.
One of your best. I love Morrison's music, but I cannot watch his performances. He is always so fucked up it's uncomfortable to see him stumble about the stage.
ReplyDeleteShit WORKS, meester.
ReplyDeletehe dogs are awake
ReplyDeletepacks of hungry beasts
their bellies ready
their teeth sharpened
on dreams of another time
knew from the title i would like this one. just didnt know i would this fuckin much. as a morrison fanatic. i thank you murph. awesome lines there