Elvis Has Left the Building

by Glen Martin Fitch

"Braccae tuae a periuntur"

Ya, this is really awkward
I confess.
I'm glad you're friend enough
let me know.
Perhaps my troubled mind,
some sign of stress or chance,
uncovered what one mustn't show.
What I've betrayed
comes from my inner core.
It's vital to myself
and to my pride.
Though I sense your discomfort
most abhor what's dear to me
and will not be denied.
I am no fool.
I keep a constant watch
to hold in check
what I have hardly tamed.
Perhaps I had
to take me down a notch.
Though I'm embarrassed,
I am not ashamed.
Forgive my human-self.
I don't know why
somehow I've left undone
my moral fly.


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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated August 23, 2011