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Sunday, December 2, 2018

Brenda Lee

Why is Brenda Lee so sad
crouching inside the juke box in her bullet bra? 
Does time fit together like black and white checkered flooring,
and is Brenda Lee blue over a past life she cannot alter?

I would kiss Brenda Lee if she were not imprisoned 
by the black edges
of phonograph records. 

I would kiss her, though I am not the boy she longs for,  
or a boy at all,
and I would give her the Coca-Cola clock
right off the wall as a cure for longing.

Why is Brenda Lee so sad?
If I could, I would gather photographs of fine days gone by,
arrange them in a photo mailer,
and address them to Brenda Lee,
inside the Wurlitzer,
Future, USA.
_______

for Camera FLASH! at Real Toads.

 
 

9 comments:

  1. OMG, i used to sing aling with Brenda Lee, up in my bedroom, when i was 13......all through my teens. My vocal range was the same as hers. This poem was a blast from the past. Oh, the dreams! The angst! Smiles.

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  2. This is just splendid, Shay. Such a kind thought from you, in the present, to poor old Brenda, trapped on vinyl in the past. Such an interesting parallel to the idea of taking pictures, preserving voices... we humans are weird.

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  3. I can really feel how you get captured by a voice like that... and the sadness in songs always pulls me in...

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  4. "crouching inside the juke box in her bullet bra"

    "I would kiss Brenda Lee if she were not imprisoned"

    Girl, you so good.

    "and I would give her the Coca-Cola clock" ... Ahh! I want it!!!

    Love: "right off the wall as a cure for longing"

    After I finish with Halsey, I'm gonna listen to a bunch of her songs. She is so cute!

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  5. Shay, you got me singing along. Love the write. If only...sigh.

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  6. Oh, I love Brenda Lee. I so love this. Your melancholy and your wish to set her free from her tomb of vinyl brought a few tears.

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  7. My comment disappeared. Brenda Lee and all I can think about is her rocking around the Christmas tree. I used to get her and Patsy Cline mixed up. Salt and sugar those two. Brenda sugar and Patsy salt. Setting her free from her prison of vinyl is poignant, the way I felt about Janis Joplin

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