Uriah Hamilton


Jim Morrison’s Killer On The Road - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I might be Jim Morrison’s
Killer on the road,
A derelict you’d like to forget,
But don’t look into my eyes,
You might become hypnotized.
You think I’m too dirty
For your side of town,
But, baby, I might be the man
Who burns you down.
I’m schizophrenic and firecracker high,
I’m not scared to live
And I’m not scared to die,
I’m carrying my pistol
And I’m carrying my knife
I’m dropping my wallet,
I don’t value this life,
I can taste blood
In the smoky air
That drifts through the night,
There’s nothing I want to see,
I’ve got a fever in my eyes,
I’m going to paint a violent masterpiece
The day they label me deceased,
I’ve got a heart like morgue,
I don’t worry about nothing anymore,
I think I’ll tattoo my neck
With rusty razorblades,
Don’t look in my direction
Unless you’re wearing shades,
I might be the man, baby,
Who burns you down.


Comments about Jim Morrison’s Killer On The Road by Uriah Hamilton

  • (11/17/2013 8:10:00 PM)

    Im a big fan of Jim Morrison and of course the band The Doors. Riders of the storm was the first song that I liked from the Doors. This poetry is amazing, I really enjoy it. (Report)Reply

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  • Susan Lacovara (10/4/2013 6:20:00 PM)

    When my sister and I were children and would hear Riders on the Storm, just the eerie sound the Lizard King would send us scrambling to shut off the radio....we were truly petrified...reading your poem returned me to that feeling...powerful write indeed. I have grown, many years from that distant memory...and grew to love Jim's songs, along the way. Funny how it all can come back in a flood of flashback. Impressive. (Report)Reply

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  • Stephen Loomes (6/25/2013 4:55:00 AM)

    Put on a suit man, have a shower, brush your hair, Uriah or you won't get a lift, no matter how long your thumb is hitching, and beware, Jim's killer might be driving the car which picks you up. Cheers (Report)Reply

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  • (10/15/2006 8:16:00 AM)

    Thought-provoking and provocative. Pretty much mind-blowingly excellent, in its swift pace and dark message and first class penning. It's stunning, really. 'Nuff said. t x (Report)Reply

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  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/14/2006 6:30:00 PM)

    A TALE TO TAKE ONE ABACK ON, INDEED, URIAH! PERHAPS YOU ARE THAT INDIAN FROM ANOTHER DESERT TUNDRA OF THE MO JO RISING.....AND THEN HE WALKED INTO HIS MOTHERS ROOM..., AND SAID......................AND THEN HE WALKED RIGHT DOWN THE HALL....GREAT WRITE'''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR (Report)Reply

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  • (10/14/2006 5:33:00 PM)

    my specs are falling off my nose! i was so stoked to read this! way to go!
    excellently dramatic.

    SusxGLx
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010


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