Poetry About Elvis Presley

A young voice leans against the microphone. Gospel, country, and rhythm meet in one throat. The tape begins to turn in Memphis heat. Soon, flashbulbs will follow every white suit. Fame builds a mansion with very narrow rooms. The first song still sounds hungry and alive.

Look again from the quieter edge. Gospel, country, and rhythm meet in one throat. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Soon, flashbulbs will follow every white suit. Attention loosens the first easy answer. The first song still sounds hungry and alive.

A young voice leans against the microphone. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. The tape begins to turn in Memphis heat. It returns us to rock and roll, performance, fame, voice, Memphis, influence, and the loneliness behind an icon. Fame builds a mansion with very narrow rooms. The day continues with a more attentive heart.