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The Lizard King
Biographical poem about Jim Morrison singer/lyricist for "The Doors."
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The Lizard King

Jim Morrison, Mr. Mojo Rising,
an anagram, secret identity,
for escape to Africa or beyond.
He opened the doors of perception
to break on through to the other side
to take the highway to the end of the night.


Modeled after Alexander the Great;
wild mane of dark curls, face of a Greek god.
On the rim, on the outside looking in,
haunted by a spirit seen in childhood.
Consumed by a fire raging deep within
that no amount of scotch could ever quench.

He was a monster black, dressed in leather.
Wanting to get on the trip, change the world.
The great accursed, the poet thief of fire,
drifting in blind orbits, helpless, alone.
Leader of the rock and roll underground,
the Backdoor Man, he could say anything.

Marriage sealed and consecrated in blood.
Living between night and dawn, right and wrong.
The Lizard King, he could do anything.
Obscene and arrogant, a public threat,
celebrating the lizard and the dark.
This is the end, my only friend, the end.






Jim Morrison, lead singer/lyricist for “The Doors” died mysteriously, at age 27, in Paris. He was a genius, some say a god. He was complex, generous, considerate, abusive, boorish and irresponsible. He was also a drug addict and an alcoholic.

He referred to himself as The Lizard King. The lizard being identified with the unconscious and with the forces of evil. This poem is in free verse


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