Fri 28 October 2016 by Rick Gilmore

there's an elephant in this room.
i like them, usually,
but this one has her trunk in my…

you don't see it?
but, there's hardly room to breathe,
and then of course the smell.

be careful where you step.

i don't know how it got here.
they start small like everything else.
slip in your back pocket or
through the eye of the needle blindly following some stupid camel or
summoned by incantations like this unsaid that.

no, this is different from the 800 pound gorilla.
don't patronize me.

just wait until a barrel foot steps on _your_ toes
then, i think we'll talk.

have a peanut?


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