Welcome to The Shiz!

It's great to get this blog up and running! My hope is to have a unique, creative and eccentric post at least once a week, maybe even once every 7 days! I also hope to make a lot of statements using exclamation points, because it's so emphatic! Wordsworth wrote that poetry is the "spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling" and so while driving to work this morning the feeling of "Mutated Space Elvis" came over me, and I knew I would write a poem about it.

This will be the "maiden voyage" of sorts for this blog, with the hopes that these strange ramblings will help spread tolerance, peace, question marks, love, beauty, openness, things, and niceness across this great globe. If you don't like the poem, or if you are somehow offended by it, try reading it backwards. And remember that Wordsworth also wrote this: "Hey man! What the hell is this floating in my coffee!?"

So (trumpets and drum roll) - here is "Mutated Space Elvis"

Mutated Space Elvis

God works in mysterious ways
Said the desiccated friend
“The Bible told me that”
because the Bible talks to me.
Sometimes it says “Hey, Poindexter,
Go play some ping-pong!”
Or, “if you believe in something
hard enough, it will come true.”
And I reply, “Oh, really?”
“Well then I believe in Mutated Space Elvis,
with three arms and a gyrating torso.”
“He speaks to me and says things like,
‘Ho-yaaa!' and ‘Shhamalama Dingdong!,’ and
‘Gimme some donuts sprinkled with
crumbled up Quaaludes,
Mister’.”

Then the Bible says, “See ya!,”
So I slam it shut, -BAM -
Onomatopoeia!

(c) 2006; "Mutated Space Elvis" is an original poem by James Moore. Do not steal, deface or otherwise hurt the feelings of this poem or any of its contents. Those attempting to discover meaning in the poem should remember that all poetry is allegorical, and each element represents some abstract concept, such as lust or the color blue, or underwear-wearing. In this poem, for instance, the Quaaludes represent a state of altered reality, and the donuts represent fried, sugared pastries.