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Elvis in Levi’s

Posted in poetry with tags , , , on June 16, 2017 by malartart


                               these denims

                             squeal on me

                             ripped down

                      uncovering knees

                           taste is taste

                    but I am ragged

                          and mislead

             an informant bent

                                              all the way round

                              the bell rings for the end of romance

                        now tell all of them everything about me

                    all the juicy parts and maybe a lie or two

        about how I speak but do not govern

      about how I eat and always remain hungry

    about how I am close to my neighbours but have no friends

about how I am The King but will die at dawn tomorrow

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