An A Cappella Tribute Elvis Presley, God of the rowdy pelvis, was a Sun King in his own right. An elder of the Craft and a Most High Priestess of Elvis, says Elvis personally awoke white, middle-class America’s white-man-overbite chakra, and shapeshifted throughout his life from the splendid young Peacock God to the fat, laughing Dagda God. Ben & Jerry’s has created two new ice cream flavors named Rowdy Pelvis and PETA, PETA BO BEATA; both are blood orange based, and Rowdy Pelvis is swirled with uppers and downers hiding behind Black Eyed Pea sized fat, laughing Dagda gods fashioned out of super sweet chocolate, and the PETA flavor shelters chunks of flesh from Lady Gaga’s latest cloak. The smell of rotten meat masks the orange. Mad Black Early storm-wings whipped a smear of blue, Tumble-stacked into a tower late. Rain falls, spins, lifts, and twirls Nekid, but not alone, and Un-joined until merged where a tree once stood. A carrion crow caws a new song hatched on the mountain flew on the mountain no place to nest, or rest, On the mountain. A spinning drop tries to rinse the mad black stain away, but Man-machines rip and rend and kill without a thought. Man-machines feast on earths flesh without a thought.
Krystol Stinson is a student at Western Kentucky University studying Creative Writing. Her poems have been published in a variety of local journals, including Pegasus and Zephyrus.
Categories: S&R Literature, S&R Poetry