It is written and it is true
I promised myself that one of my poem would be a video posting. I hope you enjoy it.
Ten percent inspiration
People got their rules
There’s a couple at the party
A cool gulf breeze tempers the day
I’m a genius mother fucker!
In that moment between sleep and awake
The voice calls my name again
Urgent but not anxious
Like I should pay attention
It used to wake me up
But it doesn’t anymore
I hover there and wait
The voice never says anything more
All these years
There once was a man named Leon
His life was really quite peon
But as a general rule
He was too cool for school
As a result of whiffing Freon
Day 22, Poem 21 Saturday Morning, Circle K, Elvis and Me or The Great Peanut Butter and Banana Boondoggle
And then there was the time I met Elvis at the Circle K
or was it Marilyn at the carwash?
must have been Elvis since I don’t wash my car
and of all the menial bullshit jobs I’ve had I never worked at a carwash.
so me and Elvis are sharing a single Big Gulp
or whatever they sell at Circle K that’s like a Big Gulp.
snd he’s Bogarting it like a mother jumper.
speaking of jumpers, that fat fuck is wearing a white leather jumpsuit circa 1966.
and it’s like 1990 fer Christ sake.
then we start in on the Boone’s Farm.
by the time noon rolls around we’re shit faced and bumming money.
me and Freakin’ Elvis
finally he says to me, Where are the girls, man
and I’m like, E, dude it’s noon and
we’re drunk in front of a Circle K in Bartow
there ain’t no girls, this ain’t a movie, You ain’t Bill
and I’m damn sure not Ted.
he starts to sing
like real sincere
there’s a band
and he starts to move
and the people at the gas pumps notice us for the first time
and for a moment I feel like Bill Bixby
and girls…where the heck did they come from
he grab this one chick around the waist
and sings wise men say
she faints fer Christ’s sake
he kisses her cheek and she comes to
and races off in the crowd
where did the crowd come from
then he stops singing and says
thank you, thank you very much
takes the last swig of Country Kwencher
says son I’m going home and
nobody even notices him as he walks away