#rockabilly - Hello Poetry

One day my young niece was showing me some photos of herself and her friends on her phone She had loads and loads of these photos I was thinking to myself I don't think anyone's taken a photo of me in forty years, Then I thought what'd happen if I got famous and someone wanted to write my biography (would be a short book) And they'd say Give us some of your old photos to stick in the Book And of course, I'd have a problem, I'd have no photos to give them, Then I remembered there was this Novelty Joke shop in town They had a great collection of all these different kinds of wigs I thought maybe I could buy a few wigs then stage a few photos Pretend they were from earlier days, Yea, I could get an Elvis wig with the sideburns, I could say that was my Rockabilly stage Then I could get a big Long Hair wig and say That was my Hard Rock phase, I could get a Mohican wig and say Well that was what I looked like when I was a Punk Rocker And Hey! Maybe I could get one of those lovely big blonde Dolly Parton type wigs I could say "Well that Summer I was listening to a lot of Country music".

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Mar 15, 2023

Mar 15, 2023 at 12:49 PM UTC

bardo

Dressing up my past

One day my young niece was showing me some photos of herself and her friends on her phone She had loads and loads of these photos I was thinking to myself I don't think anyone's taken a photo of me in forty years, Then I thought what'd happen if I got famous and someone wanted to write my biography (would be a short book) And they'd say Give us some of your old photos to stick in the Book And of course, I'd have a problem, I'd have no photos to give them, Then I remembered there was this Novelty Joke shop in town They had a great collection of all these different kinds of wigs I thought maybe I could buy a few wigs then stage a few photos Pretend they were from earlier days, Yea, I could get an Elvis wig with the sideburns, I could say that was my Rockabilly stage Then I could get a big Long Hair wig and say That was my Hard Rock phase, I could get a Mohican wig and say Well that was what I looked like when I was a Punk Rocker And Hey! Maybe I could get one of those lovely big blonde Dolly Parton type wigs I could say "Well that Summer I was listening to a lot of Country music".

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Offer up some of your dollar, get ready, to win, to lose a little bit. Offer up some of your gusto, get on down, to the local gambling hall. Offer up some of your love, baby doll, don't kick me, kiss me, when I'm down.

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Feb 17, 2019

Feb 17, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC

Simillacrum

Pappy Was An Addict

Offer up some of your dollar, get ready, to win, to lose a little bit. Offer up some of your gusto, get on down, to the local gambling hall. Offer up some of your love, baby doll, don't kick me, kiss me, when I'm down.

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Toothless Lying on the ground Rain falls Washing waste from purple skies Sun sets The dead man's skin is wet and orange He melts A Creamsicle in holy Summer's mouth, and the Holler sits still The silent home of broken will The corpse misses mourning While, all around, the residents eat and sleep and lie

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Oct 1, 2017

Oct 1, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Missing Mourning Toothless

Toothless Lying on the ground Rain falls Washing waste from purple skies Sun sets The dead man's skin is wet and orange He melts A Creamsicle in holy Summer's mouth, and the Holler sits still The silent home of broken will The corpse misses mourning While, all around, the residents eat and sleep and lie

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She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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Sep 29, 2017

Sep 29, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: ******* in the Dark

She said, "Hello. You look like **** I said, "To what do I owe this. . . this compliment?" A double whiskey on the house I said, "Fine with me, I always take the first one free." "But you've been here all night," she said, "In fact every single night this week." Hope stands monstrous in the door Can't tell if it's as it is or if it's my eyes swimming Memory's a funny thing, because from what I remember I never was a drunk Just everyone on dad and grandpa's side Cruising all the way up the line Now, reflection's come to cast proper shadow 'cross my heart in clouded mirrors with lights off I outsmart the faint voice No hands, ******* in the dark

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I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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Sep 28, 2017

Sep 28, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Slum-it Junk Rat (A Love Song)

I see a fat kid, twenty eight and aging A welfare old kid, casting sideways eyes At store front windows to make sure S/he's getting smaller, to take up less space This is a small place, we cook in snake oil A young, self-assured place, still fitting graves Even the sun shines on this necrotic fixation Everyone lives in maudlin infatuation I am neither, born of the expanse in-between Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night in the land of rolling holes Six feet, at least, sweet destiny sweeps sooner, so soon Shrink, Tiny aspirations, that's us! Shrink, Shrink with me into the night behind the day, in the land of thick lipstick over genocide

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My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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Sep 18, 2017

Sep 18, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC

ZeroNine

The Holler, Cacophony: Sadists and Thieves

My heart was mine in day til night She came and stole my life In cold, beneath streetlight In her leather and jeans Like she knew just what She wanted, and she did I'm glad the innocence At first kept back the fiery truth That you were so much like me That I was much like you Or else I'd not have stolen yours, too

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I got my converse on My hair slicked back My blue jeans cuffed A brand new tat I'm just a rockabilly boy Conway Twitty playing in my head Got me singing along to Maybe Baby Feeling too **** good Just right, on a Saturday night I'm just a rockabilly boy I wanna get my baby on the dancing floor Then back to my bed for a little more We can do monkey We can do the twist I'm just a rockabilly boy

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC

CoreyK

Rockabilly Boy

I got my converse on My hair slicked back My blue jeans cuffed A brand new tat I'm just a rockabilly boy Conway Twitty playing in my head Got me singing along to Maybe Baby Feeling too **** good Just right, on a Saturday night I'm just a rockabilly boy I wanna get my baby on the dancing floor Then back to my bed for a little more We can do monkey We can do the twist I'm just a rockabilly boy

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