Elephant Bones
Bending, curled, the tusks
and ribbons of calcium, solid
bleached white kingdom.
If you dare, gaze in the hollow
eyes, crawl inside and rest a while
in the cavity of memory.
There was a time these creatures
roamed the land, hard to stop
upon their charging.
Now they lay in stacks of littering
biological leftovers, making their
grinding way to fossilization.
The Cavern of the Mind
Deep, we dip into the cavern
of the mind. All of today's rambling
journey is brought back in surreal
kaleidoscope.
Make sense of it, if you can.
The eyeless figure of warning
makes his transmogrified way
into the night's flicker.
The parable told twice is rendered
again in stick figure colorless
reinterpretation.
Waking, begin a new step, let the
dream dissipate to make way
for another.
Haven't You Heard
that life ain't no crystal stair?
It's the oft-quoted line, you know.
Now take a look at the listless
wandering, the abused dour passersby,
standing in their breadlines.
They have forgotten their names,
rambling about crimson moons,
last judgments. They are bones walking.
Life is a tough ride, and these days it's
even worse. Year after of hard scrabble,
I suppose it piles up.
