- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Visit to the Lizard King
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Went to visit the lizard king
In lycra and sneakers
Maybe not the most appropriate attire
For the city of the dead
But I didn’t think you would mind
Had to ask for directions
The place is packed
There’s a roped off area
An African man in a strange suit
I ask him what he’s doing
He says “fighting bad grass”
I think you’d get a kick out of that
He makes me promise not to wake you
Seems afraid of your spirit
Years ago
There were arrows painted by pilgrims
Showing the way to the whisky bar
Bottles piled up on your grave
But today
this city of sound and light
shows no graffiti prayers
and they’ve fenced you in
Now, about Spanish Caravan
Why is it so damn short?
Maybe you fell asleep in your bathtub
Before you were done?
- COMMENTS
HarryHillover 11 years agonice... must have watched the movie a hundred times. the music still plays in my head
Mia Moorealmost 12 years agoIf you are attempting poetry, you should learn the concept, show not tell. all you have done is tell. Not a poem, just a boring story.
lorencinoalmost 13 years agoThe comments so far are so good one feels reluctant to chime in. I like the balance of this poem achieved by a multi-faceted survey of the subject in sparse words that hit their mark unerringly. The effectiveness of the shifting perspective suggests a writer in control of the artistry evidenced in this poem.
buttersalmost 13 years agoglad i didn't. as one door closes, another one opens....
this write feels in-touch with reality, if that doesn't sound a wishy-washy comment. it's ... right there. your imagery is sound, delivers, and then you place that nice, seemingly simplistic twist on the end with the supposition. a poem that leaves the reader considering the end lines above all else.
maybe he stole away with the caravan....
twelveoonealmost 13 years agoinside the gold mine
so I woke up this morning
and I got myself a beer
who next from the 27 club?
...maybe he was doing a Brian Jones impersonation...
but he's in a far, far better place, he's with Freddie Mercury now.
