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.]
