Jim Morrison/ The lizard kingA Poem by Monday ParkerHe writes his words With 1000 pounds of escape Heavy Weighed Screams insanities while Riding the snake Convulsing as seizures Chomping on the bit Frothing Wild in his brown Windows Dark inner demons Smiling at depression Howling at the sun Inching the healthy fragments of skin On to dust on his microphone Not a vocalist But a poet Medium to the dark and light May be nothing more Than a voice to speak with Eyes to watch from Existence to invade Influential legend Once walked among us Blessings us with his beauty Shaking us with his tremor With his roar Making flames of my soul with his words Our shaman king.
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