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A. B. Jackson
Elvis
Elvis
Elvis
High noon, Graceland:the risen Elvis
rolls away his rhinestone,
his burger, his Vegas.
To the few, he croons,
the gold lamé
spirit upon him, heavily
sideburned in black leather
or whistling Dixie.
Gretsch guitars twang:
the End of Days
follows on that note,
our saviour a surf song,
the flooded sand.
© 2007, A. B. Jackson
Publisher: First published on PIW,
from \'Apocrypha\'
Publisher: First published on PIW,
A. B. Jackson
(United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, 1965)
A.B. (Andrew Buchanan) Jackson was born in 1965 in Glasgow and raised in the north-west of England. After secondary school in Fife, he studied English Literature at Edinburgh University, where he shared a flat with fellow student Roddy Lumsden. Together they founded and edited the undergraduate poetry magazine Fox and ran the Edinburgh University Poetry Society between 1986 and 1987.
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Elvis
High noon, Graceland:the risen Elvis
rolls away his rhinestone,
his burger, his Vegas.
To the few, he croons,
the gold lamé
spirit upon him, heavily
sideburned in black leather
or whistling Dixie.
Gretsch guitars twang:
the End of Days
follows on that note,
our saviour a surf song,
the flooded sand.
Elvis
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