Dead on the Road to Graceland -- The Fatted Calf

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Subject: Dead on the Road to Graceland

Author:
T.R. Jones

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Date Posted: 10:26:18 11/30/00 Thu
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Cosmological cosmogonies
Within belligerent bellowing bellies
Firmament figures filling insides
With cemeterial ceremonious cessations
Stars, skies, supernova synapses
Dazzling defiant against sensual sensations
Silk shutters closed tightly
Silencing echoing edifying ecstasies
Rattling rains tapping on window
While you, World Weaver,
Faultless, fathomless
Unfasten black lace wrappings
Your gallant gambling hands of galaxies
Unveiling, probing higher hallucinations
Of the hardened hardship of ancestor's ancestors
Who must have adored you as well
You, idolized icon, continuum time slip
Engrained in my jangled jaded jails
My claustrophobic soul famine
Your keen edged knives of uninhibited imagination
Slicing through the languishing language of love
Moving within you, within me
Sinking into my mausoleum marshes
Disappearing in smoke misted need
Into nowhere land Americas
Nameless naked natives
Of our own tropical surrealist dreamscape
Where you wear me on your finger
An ornate mooneyed ornament.

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