A double acrostic I wrote last year:
Tuesday this year brings your birthday. Each
hand claps another for the king. Adieu,
aerialist. Once the wire held your feet down;
now snapped ends lie touching air. We, awestruck,
karaoke your memory appassionato.
Your rhinestones at the last were off,
obbligato forgotten, your gyrations occluded by flab;
ubiquity buried you.
Vagabondage maybe was your curse. Your
entropic rushes between snapshots ran…
ran down. Your trips to the stage became ennui
yawning, a hunk of hunk of burnin’
mediocrity. This year your deathday will fall
unnoticed on a Saturday. Your outgo
crammed into “this day in 1977…” TV,
having electric memory, might run a tape.
Dude! To both Alvin and Arthur, I am intrigued by this acrostic dealy! Very awesome! And yeah, I’m totally just showing my ignorance here, but I just think that’s way cool. XD Alvin, I can’t say I expected you to write an Elvis poem (not that I expected you to *not* write an Elvis poem either), may I ask what your inspiration was? Was it a birthday news blurb?
Great post, I will be sure to save this in my Mixx account. Have a great day.