The Lizard King

By: S. DiSparti

A lizard king drifts amid

His desert kin

Roving the ruins

Of his humanity

The dawning rays of fame

Burn his dream-filled gaze

Its brilliance much too great

For his soul’s own vanity

The eyes of a god grow dull

The doors of perception

Unlock for all to see

The fate of their idolatry

Laid at their swollen feet

In a bathtub for a grave

Its poison weeping





© Spencer D. 10/04/2013

One thought on “The Lizard King

  1. skeletopia says:

    This is an elegy for Jim Morrison and indirectly all of those who’s lives are claimed by the insatiable drug of fame.

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