Thursday, July 12, 2012

Four Day Publishers Sale means you can buy Postcripts to the Dead for 25 percent off!

SALE. SALE. Hey, I just found out is having a four day fourth year birthday sale and it's already on day two. Twenty-five percent off on all of their books/journals/chaps. Yes, you have to sign up at the site, but I did that when PoetsArtists and other of Didi  Menendez's journals started coming out from there and they've never spammed me, plus they do a GREAT job.

Bottom Line is if you haven't read my last chap by MiPoesias productions, Postscripts to the Dead, it's there for you at a low cost but hurry.

Postscripts to the Dead MagCloud link
Below is the opening poem in the chap. The book moves from poems about celebrities to friends to old loves and family.

Lost In Graceland

Elvis wanders through Graceland,
wonders why the rooms are roped off,
why strange women in Elvis tees,
scarves over their curlers, walk
through his house weeping.

He's tired of hearing Hound Dog
on the speakers, could care less
if he's anyone's Teddy Bear.

He wonders where Priscilla is,
why Lisa Marie looks right through him.
He doesn't get the supermarket jokes,
the bobbing Elvis dolls or why busloads
of strangers light candles outside every day.
He hears rumors he's dead but figures
the Colonel hid him, cooked that up for publicity.

Sometimes he takes a Caddy
out onto the Memphis streets,
shark fins cleaving a slipstream
gobbling the memories behind him.
He dreams of his sweet mama,
peanut butter and banana sandwiches,
quieter days in Tupelo.

Most of his sequins have fallen.
They leave a starry trail
to trace and retrace each night but
he trembles when a new one tumbles.
If they're gone before the Colonel returns,
how will he find his way?


Anonymous said...

Hi Pris
Hope you are well. It's been a while since I've posted here. I love this poem about Elvis. My late father was a big fan and I grew up on a musical diet of Elvis and The Beatles. This has an eery feel to it but slightly tongue in cheek I feel.

Anonymous said...

Hi Pris
Long time since I was in Blogworld. I hope you are well.
I loved Elvis. My late father was a bif fan and I was brought up on a diet of Elvis and The Beatles.
I find this poem a little eery but also slightly tongue in cheek.

Pris said...

Thank you for reading!


OGradys Landscape said...

Hi Pris, If I were there, I could enjoy with you. Thanks for sharing with us.