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The Poetry King

A bow to The Poetry King,
who thinks he doesn't 
mean a thing 
in the grand scheme.

Wears his heart 
on stained sleeve,
makes paupers feel
like royalty.

Waxes poetic about 
life, love, and history
that would otherwise remain 
unsolved mysteries.

More than just a dream,
The Poetry King
lives eternally,
in you and me. 

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On Rock Street

 

It was the smoggy late Fifties and I was a kid

On black and white TV home-made jive lacked soul

Then a second-hand gramophone turned up

Forty fives from the States brought rock and roll

 

Rock Street was cobbled and motors were few

Novel chords beat the hell out of the fog

Sung by Elvis,Little Richard, Brenda Lee

Rhythm and blues licked alive by a Hound Dog

 

Ele...

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When Fat Elvis was the King

Beatle mop tops when all you need is love

Rolling Stones not satisfied would ever fade away

In fields of wild strawberry forever hallelujahs ring

In the midnight hour how sweet it was to be loved

Oh yes indeed how sweet it was

 

LSD purple hearts two a Penny lane

Flower power we made love not war

 

When fat Elvis was the king

 

Fashion passion Ray

Really got me ...

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Elvis

I have seen Elvis in my mirror...

I have seen Elvis in my mirror.

Not the blue-black-haired sexy Elvis:

piercing eyes, taut skin reflecting the neon of a setting southern sun,

but the other one.

 

Fat, pig jowled.

cheeks like slabs of something dead.

Eyes like fish,

surprised to be set in something quite so bloated.

Left in a jar too long.

 

 My lips hang loose

as if too tired to ...

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Elvis

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