Tuesday, January 10, 2012

THE TAPERED ELEPHANT

Can't figure out what to do with
this dead animal. No stove big enough
remains above sea level.

The wise elephant tends to want to
power nap – next to its head
the reading lamp breaks all sorts of patterns.
It starts off looking like hundreds of fingers eating
out of the same take-away box, to grain rippling
from the impact of a split atom.

To a split atom
that merely runs on air.

Oh … to a polygraph's icky overflow
after reaching a sweet spot in
the green fetal homunculus
in the midst of convulsive inspiration...

Not-enough-light
syndrome, stuck on flashing. What a
sad waste of photosynthetic dew-snot
by the carnivorous.

Usually charmed by anything resembling
CPR with tweezers on a gazelle's lymph nodes
or on a groin tumor – their superstitions rubberized,
a quick bollard alignment on their reverse flight –
lions have nevertheless continued to stare at your tusks.

When living in the former USSR,
just how many apocalyptic tonsillectomies
did you perform?

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