It’s all surface play, you know,
the careful words and euphemisms.
Allusions
Illusions
Occlusions
Around and around the mulberry bush,
until we all fall down.
Flaccid arguments replace real words.
We speak of ghosts and phantoms.
Oblique
Misspeak
All tidy and sleek,
but no more real than shadows
on cave walls.
So don your favorite costume.
Paste a smile upon your face.
Practice your sidelong looks and innuendo,
for there are elephants in this room,
and they are hungry.
7 comments:
WOW! Love it! Elephants in the room love that line! Great work with the words.
June 19, 2013 at 11:58 AMVery deep and angry.I love this especially the elephants int he room line.
June 19, 2013 at 3:22 PMWho really knows us? Let's hope those that do are our friends. Life is is a struggle for survival and enemies are both elephants and ants.
June 19, 2013 at 5:53 PMI don't know if you remember me, Ann. I remember your urban fiction fondly. Enjoyed this.
June 19, 2013 at 6:21 PMIn my past life, I was Black-Eyed Susan.
The hungry elephants did it for me! Loved them.
June 20, 2013 at 2:47 AMAn elephant doesn't need to be hungry to totally trash the mood of a party.
June 22, 2013 at 11:53 PMAre you sure we're not soulmates? You're in my head again somehow.
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