Poetry Blogs (2016, Elvis)
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 ...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
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 ...
Saturday 27th February 2010 10:25 am