Back in the mid-1990s, I ended up behind the microphone doing stand-up for a couple of nights (don't ask). Part of my act consisted of putting on fake sideburns, sunglasses, and reading Elvis Haiku.
You didn't know that Elvis wrote haiku, even from the grave? Elvis was an extremely messed up, brilliant man. He could do it all.
Inspired by tblue and his sudden affection for haiku (I highly recommend you sample his fine work), I dug up these untitled gems from lo these many years ago, some great, some lame, but all worthy of the King.
feeling so happy
wearing my rhinestone jumpsuit
met Richard Nixon
it's hot in Vegas
took blue pills before the show
I passed out on stage
Nixon was impressed
When I found out who
had taken my daughter's hand
I killed the fucker
nobody knows that
inside Sun Studio, I
took a dump all night
codeine, dilaudid,
demerol, uppers, quaaludes,
fried-lard sandwiches
had these funny thoughts
they said it was Oedipal
but I want my mom
Dr. Nick would not
unlock the trailer of drugs
karate kick hurt
I shot my TVs
Box of Ex-Lax for dinner
Col. Tom was there
I had been divorced
put a hit on Pricilla
watched "Gidget" instead
my dead twin brother
was buried in Tupelo
amphetamines, sure
singing "Burning Love"
totally felt the music
my dick was on fire
on August 16
I went like a King should go
sitting on the throne
Thank ya very much. Elvis has left the building.
Monday, March 28, 2005
A Man for All Seasons, Songs, and Drugs
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