He killed a man
Just shot him dead
Wanted his watch, wanted his soul
Now in court he sits I watch his hurt eyes, haunted eyes, scared eyes
Jail house does not rock.
testify
it hurts.
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3 comments:
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This works! How very gripping your very last line. How it works in wonderful juxtaposition to the rest of the poem.
Is it Elvis Presley whom this last line features? I went to university in Memphis where Graceland is.
Always in your poems there is this hint of - this allusion to the music - to the songs you're into and which are in you.
yes the last line alludes to Elvis Presley's song Jailhouse Rock and rock in the poem is a play on a term kids use today to mean fun.
n.t.-b. "wanted his soul" in this poem, every time I read it, makes me think of a wonderful film, "Tombstone," a Western, with Kurt Russell. Have you ever see it? It is action but the language, the screenplay, is also quite wonderful. Look, listen, if you hadn't. I recommend it.
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