formerly an ekphrastic poem based
on another poet's book of poetry:
The collision of peanut butter and
jelly which, I might add, is my favorite
The collision of peanut butter and
jelly which, I might add, is my favorite
kind of sandwich after tuna fish and
jelly fish jelly,
creates what is perhaps the most
terrific noise in the entire land
terrific noise in the entire land
and all over the sea as well
and it's a very small few who can boast
and it's a very small few who can boast
like many people try to boast and toast
at the same time but have no idea how
to do it and they may try to eat more
fish and more tuna and more whale
of making something half as eloquent
as the sound of the collision of bread
and peanut butter and jelly which went
through the universe until they were dead
From exhaustion. The sound is this: a small
buzz mixed with a hiss and a churn. You'd get
and ear orgasm just by hearing all
the wonderful noises, and you will fret
that you cannot hear more of the noises,
you'll know at least what half of pure joy is.
Collisions: Peanut Butter and Jelly
The collision of peanut butter and
jelly creates what is perhaps the most
terrific noise in the entire land
and it's a very small few who can boast
of making something half as eloquent
as the sound of the collision of bread
and peanut butter and jelly which went
through the universe until they were dead
of making something half as eloquent
as the sound of the collision of bread
and peanut butter and jelly which went
through the universe until they were dead
From exhaustion. The sound is this: a small
buzz mixed with a hiss and a churn. You'd get
and ear orgasm just by hearing all
the wonderful noises, and you will fret
that you cannot hear more of the noises,
you'll know at least what half of pure joy is.
Collisions: Peanut Butter and Jelly
The collision of peanut butter and
jelly creates what is perhaps the most
terrific noise in the entire land
and it's a very small few who can boast
of making something half as eloquent
as the sound of the collision of bread
and peanut butter and jelly which went
through the universe until they were dead
from exhaustion. The sound is this: a small
buzz mixed with a hiss and a churn. You'd get
and ear orgasm just by hearing all
the wonderful noises, and you will fret
that you cannot hear more of the noises,
you'll know at least what half of pure joy is.
buzz mixed with a hiss and a churn. You'd get
and ear orgasm just by hearing all
the wonderful noises, and you will fret
that you cannot hear more of the noises,
you'll know at least what half of pure joy is.
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"Clothes 130" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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