Today I saw Elvis’ jacket
like I was in a museum
and there were sequenced
tear drops
and little elephant ear mushrooms.
It cut a mamba across the black
and white tiled floor, counting
peanut butter, kin, and simplicity.
Hello he said
and then I greeted the king.
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so i decided a while back that i wanted a way to post my poetry for others to see. i hope you like at least a few of them. feel free to leave comments or e-mail me (nunnelly@fas.harvard.edu)....
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