MY poem about Elephants
pounding pounding
they stomp stomp stomp
but their silence is in the great
land, trees, greens, browns
a rainbow of earthy colors
the clothes I wear
the elephants are toying
with the inner workings
of me and mine and elephants
have strong resounding sounds
pound pound pound,
up top its heavy
though the weight of an elephant is in the body
I am no elephant I can forget and do
but these elephants dance in my head
with pink and plaid and tutu’s around their waist
and curly hair like Maya.
who the fuck know’s what this means…. but it felt pretty awesome writing it.
