Miss Elizabeth
A poem about Macho Man Randy Savage and his better half.
I recently had the chance to cover a wrestling event organized by Middle Kingdom Wrestling in Shanghai. I didn’t write any poems about it, but I did come away with this 6,000-word article. The following poem was written eight years ago but never published.
Miss Elizabeth
She explained, by way of apology, the loose turnbuckle
that landed his furbelowed body in the ER,
withholding how it feels
to take a mortal plummet to the heart.
Eye veins bulging, crimsoned face flush
with trimmings of purfled madness,
he seethed with the echo of punches and jeers,
growling, The exigencies, Doc, the exigencies.
The doctor looked at her sympathetically
and said, I can give him pills for the pain
but I’m more worried about his head.
She swallowed a smile and waited.
That night he held her tighter than usual
and incanted on fire and fear, Steamboat and Steele.
Exigencies of the harrr-tuh, he unfurled like a fist.
Was he grousing again of love or dreaming of snakes?
