On the theme of Elvis
And then there’s the night
you were actually Elvis—
not just dressed as Elvis,
not just driving a Caddy
as big as a battleship,
pretending to be Elvis—
the night you really were him,
sauntering around a backyard party,
everyone in their
silly Halloween costumes,
while you lounged
drunk on a patio chaise,
and none of the
goddamned sheep
realized that
THE KING was there
walking among them,
just a normal guy
for a change.
And all the dopey girls dressed as
sexy nurses and Playboy bunnies
certainly didn’t appreciate your
sage-like wisdom, telling them,
“Now listen here, baby…you don’t
wanna fool around with these frat guys,
you hear? Frat guys are all about the
date rape, mama…” and the girls scatter
like a grenade has gone off, and you say
to no one in particular, “Thank you,
thankyouverymuch…”
And you think maybe
they’re right, maybe
I am losing it…
while your buddy
spends a half hour
talking about
cocaine,
“It’s like you,”
he says,
“only
better!”
Author Biography
Hosho McCreesh is currently writing and painting in the gypsum and caliche badlands of the American Southwest. Books available from Bottle of Smoke Press, sunnyoutside, Orange Alert Press, and Propaganda Press; broadsides available from 10pt Press; art prints can be found at http://society6.com/HoshoMcCreesh.