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A Mr. Nelson Devotional

March 1, 2018

He swivels, he spins & steps.

Bending tune & time, 

he yelps. He shrieks

above our heads.

We moan 

below—

oh, beneath

we moan:

Lovesick.

Strumming, shredding, 

shedding hesitation.

Like birds, we cry,

we glisten.

Oh, how sartorial splendor

& gilded throat deliver

violet plunder.

Switch it up, yeah, 

we trade holler 

& whimper, holy

magician proving every 

thing: bass line or

without,

growl & 
falsetto,

the dirty dirty 

horns.

(He wears heels

because the ladies love ‘em. )
Nothing compares to him—

driver, 

darling.

Don’t go, sweet prince,

don’t ease the hum.

Let’s not stop this dusk till dawn.

........Together, say it, tell it:

........Lovewell.

 

Keli Osborn

 

To read more wonderful poetry dedicated to Prince, go to www.depoetry.com.

 

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