Thursday, April 25, 2013

INTERVIEW WITH A FLYING ELVIS IMPERSONATOR BEFORE HIS FIRST JUMP.


I’m all shook up but I ain’t in love—
I got to step outta this airplane, man!
the real Elvis didn’t have to deal w/
no 32-foot-per-second drop & how it’d
bust up his pompadour & blow off his
sunglasses & severely crimp his jewels
he spent most of his life on Earth, man!
the truth is—I didn’t know nothin’
about no jump over no Double A stadium
I don’t want to drift off into the BBQ!
some of these fellas are paratroopers
from wars, like, a long long time ago—
it’s how Elvis woulda looked, man,
flying toward a baseball game in his 90s!


[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #25.]

4 comments:

Heather Fuller said...

"crimp his jewels" - joy is mine

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

borrowed from the famous gang battle -- bloods v. crimps. in one gang the jewels are loose. in the other gang, crimped. it's not clear who wins. sometimes 'loose jewels' is better; sometimes crimped. the singer Jewel performs at halftime. but i digress. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------BA

Heather Fuller said...

the singer [and poet] Jewel

DAN / DANIEL GUTSTEIN said...

an important distinction, thank you for reminding me. (i think.) if she were adorned with rubies and gems she would be BeJeweled or in the parlance of The Kids -- B-Jewelz. it could also become a kind of exclamation, like yahtzee -- only B-Jewels! you'd clank your forehead & drink a tomatoe-y drink. but i digress #2. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------BA