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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required { emo music inspired poem } ELEPHANT WOMAN She is Elephant Woman you cannot hide from her in houses of brick or glass lined velvet curtains whether it sits on a signal hill or in newlands bourgeois class cannot run to mantra mats rosaries, cheese savouries or even Sulawesi forest caves She is descended ! Close her off with broken fridges and freezers rusty kitchen cupboards topped with stolen plants to no avail ~ governed by demi-god Ganesh in seventh heaven, her tusks fit stable oozing Heavenly strength you fail to recognise or remember through hostile skulls She is bellowing ! viral arms too heavy to lift black tourmalines from eyelids wrinkled, phone call appeals receive no open gates even to late for over counter pills to soothe life-death chills you only feel a tightening serpent in ouroboros around organs stale with mould Elephant woman’s wizened eyes twinkle, trunk swivel sway ! hair thinning, course curly bangs and silver bangles she watches with pergola golden helmet glowing mantle frills sighing yogic poses adorned with bright pink roses you will not know if she is real or a stuffed toy rolling down airplane aisles in turbulent storm weather or if she is cross stitches on a blue linen cloth whilst you enjoy mushroom pie Surely you can see her trunken smile telling you of Alps crossed meditation climaxes on Himalayenne tops ? She is trumpeting ! Her mud baths circle you with joyful Love to live ~ one side of a story your only vision escaping to ladder climbing dollies with rice pudding lollies In realm of elephant dances she sucks fear with trunk showering bells hip-hoping roly-poly belly, flap-flipper ears enfolding Hearts torn with judgement spears jiving, asking Ketu for relief such heavenly bodies listen to Elephant woman for it is she exhibition exposing bleeding flesh, complexed mental mirrors broken in untamed street wars of famine, foe, folly Elephant woman raises forelegs high to expose her womb ~ this is Life ! Her baby’s head peeps Alsatian fangs to delete Flee flee from trunken nose, a noose her other side ~ bunking impossible with Arjuna jig-sawing her thighs, too strong with courage and raucous laughter, her white chariots assembled for the kill to win Hearts over minds thrills to still Then on knees like in her circuses she tries to elicit mouths wide with awe then collapses on her cushion in bore of human fiddly grids so sore Your drunken breasts will stick to sheets, both dead and alive soles in leather shoes treading tarred roads with silken ties ego’s inevitably die like toads surrender to the fold Earth retching wrenching as She turns her Wheels of Fortune Come, Golden Age, come transmute emo rage to Devic sage Souls spring high to heavenly Sky Elephant-woman’s tusks and hooves launching pads to soothe her trunk in savvy swing rocket to Krsna Light to bring forgiveness unraveling helixes releasing stiff joint pain she eases Her totem pole badgers wolves bears and crows delightful friends in the human fight yet rhythmic silence is her chief domain a constant sameness of wake and sleep for cyclical movement is what shapes the spirals whether stage jumps or cymbals clash with guitar strings and drum beats lipstick crimson peeps Elephant woman knows Death lives in Life and Gold in Black a stuffed toy or dimpled flesh It’s all to dance some More !
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