I once tried to kick in the screen
of a 21” color tv wearing
my Tony Lama shit kickers.

The boot’s heel & slick sole
slid off the smooth glass
like I was dancing a one legged
boot scootin’ shuffle.

I was drunk on my ass
on the Saltillo tile floor.

He was Loathing in Las Vegas.

Elvis, the undercover, stoned out,
Tricky Dick sworn-in-narco,
hippie hating cop was dead
from drug abuse
& some schlock news show
was reporting that he shot out
the screens of more than one tv
in Graceland with a Colt 357 magnum.

I hated fat Elvis.

Selected byLawrence George
Image credit:emrecan arık

I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth & Zocalo Magazine.