30. The Elvis Interview

30.
The Elvis Interview

How goes it with you?
Cool, man.
Why did you shake?
I felt the quake.
How do you sing the way you do?
It’s all in the feel, man.
Are you real, man?
The real thing, man. I shake, I sing, man.
Do you wear shades?
Everglades.
What’s that you say?
I’m here to stay.
They called you a moron, a gigolo, a hillbilly fool.
They picked that up at school.
No one remembered you at Humes High.
I had to live, I had to die.
You looked good in your coffin, you always looked good.
Luck comes to all, touch wood.
You put yourself into it, heart and soul.
That’s rock ’n’ roll.
Should I end this interview?
I would, if I was you.
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog, don’t be cruel, I’m all shook up, treat me like a fool, you sang them all.
I heard the call.
Do you dig the beat?
Heart, soul, sacroiliac and feet.
Your music lives on.
I’m gone man, gone.
Does God love Rock ‘n’ Roll?
He is its soul.
Rhythm and blues and that old blues stuff, do you dig that too?
Where would I be without it? This bird flew.
When alive, did you feel in a cage?
It made me rage. I did not age. I took the stage. I chose to sing, not shout. That’s what it’s all about.
Is this conversation forever?
Yes and no, I gotta go.
You live on. And on, and on, and on.
It’s short, it’s long. Sing your song.
Goodbye, Elvis.
I am and was the Pelvis.
Hang up. Shook up. Fuck up. Shut up. Clink clink. I’m going for a drink.

29. A Conversation with the Road

29.
A Conversation with the Road

Road, I love my home and I wonder.
Why should I go?
Where will I go?
Where will you end?
With no idea which way to go I shake my head and ask, what is the point of leaving home?
So, I turn to think, I see a sign. 
All roads lead home.
Frustrated, I say to myself clearly there is no point to going down the Road.
Then I feel fear shaking me to my very bones and from the concrete the Road speaks!
It says but does not ask. “WHAT WILL YOU BRING HOME!”
Then I see, my mind is open to everything and with clarity I understand.
To have a home full of treasure, the kind that makes a home more precious than gold.
You must go down the Road, but I still wonder, which Road?
I feel a thrill and say “I will let the Wind choose my Road!”
For mysterious reasons yet to be known the wind blows down the unpaved Road…
Many years later, my home full of things more valuable than gems and stones, I tell my young.
“Love and Fun are found after you go down the Road”
They ask. Why should we go you give us both?
I say what the Road said many years ago.

28. When

28.
When

When you feel there's nothing to care about,
care about not caring, you're in with a shout.

With dull conformity and mediocrity everywhere,
begin to breathe the air.

You care!
You're half way there!

When when becomes then and then is now,
you know you always knew it, anyhow.

27. Second Best

27. 
Second Best

I was born the second best,
second son, I know the rest.

Sometimes, I make a mistake,
I'm not perfect, storm or quake.

A comma here, a fullstop there,
you know I really, really care.

Do I ever get it right?
I try with all my might.

If second best is good enough,
be prepared for some rough stuff.

Here it comes now, are you ready?
Me and true love, going steady.

26. Have A Nice Day

26.
Have A Nice Day 

When someone says this shit to you,
what are you supposed to do?

Go ahead punk, make my day
is a reasonably good riposte,
better than drop dead, get lost.

Tommy Tiernan, in this sanctified, beleagured isle,
makes me laugh, he makes me smile.

What does he say
as he goes away?

I'll have whatever fucking kind of day I like.
This from the land of
where's my bleeding bike?

25. Soon

25.
Soon

Soon, soon, soon 
I'll be over the Moon.
Next, the Sun and stars.
Meanwhile, I'm in bars.
I have a drink,
and think.
Then, another drink.
And so on, don't you know.
Then, it's time to go.

24. Love is...

24.
Love is...

Love is...

pure
honest
natural
deserving
innocent
restorative
necessary


it can also

terrorize
hurt
anger
disappoint
manipulate
torture

love is best

when 
those
entering
into it
have 
first
read
the warning
label