You're a coward,
Hiding behind your lies
*******
"looking back with a smile"

Got the juggle
But your hands are full
Dropped the ball
Now we see the truth

You're buried deep
You still cheat
All your words are cheap
You are cheap

It has been brought to my attention by Elvis fans,
not to mention a slew of phone calls from irate Elvis impersonators
that my last poem was very insensitive.

For that I would like to apologize.

I would also like to set your minds at ease and inform you
that in no way were any corpses harmed in the writing of...

"Are You Lonesome Tonight" (AKA Digging On Elvis)

Although Elvis didn't hold up so well
on the trip back to Graceland...

As luck would have it though Walmart
was having a special on large trash bags.
Two for one! And the environmentally friendly ones too!
We all know how hard it is to find those on sale!

Now where was I...
Oh Yea!
    
So we were able to get every last piece of Elvis
safely back to his final resting place.
Once again let me apologize for any harm I've caused
the hundreds, no let's make that thousands...millions
of Elvis fans and Elvis wannabes.

                                     Sincerely yours and a fan myself,
                                                                                  Mike

P.S. I'm also somewhat of an Elvis impersonator:

Pass me one of them there jelly doughnuts will ya...
Pretty good uh?
Maybe you have to be there...

You walk around tryin to fit in
Wanna look nice for all your friends
Living life as a fashion statement
Never sticking up for what you
believe in.

Wasting all your money on pills and blunt wraps
Going through friends like you go through dime sacks

You're nothing but a waste
Lack of respect for yourself

Lonely and confused
Cause you never had time for the friends you've used

Sometimes I think I just know to much
I tried to help, looks like I ****** it up
again

*I'm sorry

Without regard for life or limb, of what fate shall become of him
A dog knows only of his heart, which breaks if he and I should part.

They met in a bottle neck
mingling with Excitement and Regret

you ask me to pretend.

surely, i can create worlds in my mind.

but

i can not pretend.



sadly sick,

sick, 
sadly.



my reality is made up,

exaggerated by self pity.

this could be the end,

i'm surely positive.



i feel, though.

small things.


the small things

i create in my mind.