Dorsey Baker Poems

Graceland Graceland
home of Elvis
home of the king
I can still hear the songs
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You stroke your
salt and pepper
colored beard
your weathered face
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As poets as people
we don't all
come alike
some come like this
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The deadly snake
is checking its radar
looking for something
to attack
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Trying to climb out
of the snake pit of darkness
the snakes crawl
hear them hiss
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Is your smile
really a smile
or is it just a mask
that you put upon your face
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I just want to live my life
living in the trailer park
I just want to live my life
living in the trailer park
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You were a lady of the night
I was a street bum
Baby look at yourself
look at me
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We all hate suffering
because suffering
takes living
away from life
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Baby
you are locked up
in the jailhouse
of loneliness
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