Wry word-smith, moody wonder <br />tickling my mind with musical thunder: <br />songs of quirky love and adoration - - <br />not only love, but petty irritation. <br />Just like a 'real' person, <br />not too good for this world - - <br />and that's the big Attraction(s) . <br /> <br />Smooth voice, stubbly chin, <br />Man, Elvis, you really do me in <br />with your crooning (got me mooning) - - <br />then you twist it up by shouting <br />all your passion and frustration. <br />Boy, you're too cool for any school <br />(much less one school of thought) - - <br />got me over-wrought, but I couldn't feel better. <br /> <br />Tiny man on stage, but all-man, and you're lashin' <br />with that hunka sexy voice, wearing that suit and <br />mysterious expression; glasses tightly fastened - - <br />I love those dark heavy frames - - <br />Retro? no, you've worn 'em since <br />the moment you were born. <br /> <br />Mood-master, unshy icon basher, you wrote <br />'The Book' and I've memorized it - - <br />and how I wish I were 'Alison', world killing me or no! <br />Load up your bow and shoot that arrow - - <br />Elvis, you don't need Cupid 'cause I'm fully <br />stupid when it comes to brainy love. <br />I know your aim is true... 'I Want You' too. <br /> <br /> <br />(2.18.06 - To my dismay and gall, he's in Diana's thrall... Krall, that is!)<br /><br />Esther Leclerc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elvis-my-elvis-costello-that-is/
