Dreaming Graceland or Zombie Land: Double Tap


When you think Elvis was a fraud,
a rip off the black man’s voice;

when you finally meet someone
who smells like candles
instead of gunpowder and whiskey;

who is comfortable with you
driving that pink Cadillac
all the way to Memphis;

who won’t
throw your pink stuff
to the side of the road;

who will kiss you
and hold your hand

until you arrive at Graceland
and try on those blue suede shoes
that actually fit;

let you gyrate your hips,
and for one moment,
feel like the King;

until you open your eyes
and really, really see
that you’re  in Zombieland.

We were like zombies
With coffee running through our veins; and
Unconscious thoughts travelling through our fingers
While the world was falling to our feet

And each day
We picked up our weapons
Our keyboards and our coffee
And we fought
The war of the American dream
Only to wonder

Who we were really fighting for…?

~JLH~

Ode to bill
What a thrill
He makes me laugh till my voice is shrill
I don't need a happy pill
When his face is forcing mine to smile against my will.
Groundhogs day
What a play
On how I feel everyday
Repeating time until it strays
To be the same thing in every way.
What about bob?
Can't you see?
He's making me smirk at MY mental instability.
Baby steps
Fake Tourettes
Getting under someone's skin
And yet
Being loved by all the rest.
Who am I going to call
For the busting of ghosts?
I know a number to dispose
Bill has this **** on lock
As he sarcastically lifts his stock
Of zapping tools and his beige frock.
Zombieland
Of course he stands
Among the living and the ******.
Smoking up with strangers is grand
And replaying his films best moments.
In real life
He appears in random sight
Stealing fries and giving love advice.
Too careless to live up to the lime light
Using his fame to live an extraordinary life.
Oh bill Murray
You're a champ.
I hope to adopt your perspective rants
Make my mind go full blast
Of being the best at being lax.
Monotone and so relaxed
I'd buy him a shot if I had the chance
Tequila despite everyone else's request
Your bar tending skills are still the best.
Feeling laughter rise in my chest
Just keep doing what you do
No one else can contest.

You may feel you have a voice
Even think you have a choice
But we will tell you what to say
And if you don't behave, take it all away

We will tell you who to hate
For your own good for goodness sake
Don't give an inch, don't compromise
We'll spread our truth made up of lies

You'll have a choice of who to vote
But we'll only give you one of those
We're so good you'll think you thought
All of this out on your own

We'll change your minds how we decide
How close to set the battle lines
We'll have you cussing family, friends
Not trusting a single one of them

You'll love it here in Zombieland
Working for pennies, pounding sand
We'll wave the carrot on a stick
Have you constantly reaching out for it

Where you may think you have a choice
Even feel you have a voice
But crazy is as crazy does
And you will never be rid of us