you and
me
we're
all
urgent
strings
and
horns
and back
up singers
I
picture them with dos
that
defy physics
like
that
Elvis
song
I'm sure
no lyricist
but my
tongue has teeth
little
incisive incisors
but I
got
no
artful way
no Elvis
way
to say
it sucks with you
and yeah
our
minds
are
suspicious
steeped
in suspicion
our
steaming drunken heads
teapots
of mistrust
the King
calls it a
trap
and a
trap it is
a finger
trap
a
straitjacket
a
fucking trap
a
gayjacket
and the
more I threaten
bite
argue
thrash
the
snugger it gets
why
can't you see?
indeed
you're
the only one
who can
loosen this thing
change
submit
subject
yourself
this
king's subject
because
I ain't
changing
no
and
every defiance
defies
sense
every
mule-headed breath
stretches
fabric
fabric
that won't tear
because
I ain't
changing
no
how
could I
with
this goddamned
jacket
on
this
goddamned rhinestone thing
stretching
my sockets
to
dislocation
sweating
through it
like our
latter lesser
Presley
sweating
and fighting
right
through
violins
and
trombones
and
vocalists
but
somehow lacking
their
urgency
no
urgency
but
Jeffrey
has built the leaving
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