Sunday, August 14, 2016

Danny Gentile #12 - Containers


An expiration 
date with 
alternative Elvis

who on his 
deathbed was 
heard to sigh

don’t pay no heed
to my simulacra

Momma

but the Elvi
proliferated
like flowers

or gratuity

and all the
thank-you's
could not 

be contained.

2 comments:

  1. Great, I love it.

    (My blue suede shoes don't fit no more.)

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  2. This really amused me, such a great idea, I enjoyed this poem, Danny, 'the Elvi' is classic :)

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