| Elephants I am burned at the bottom, now I know I am not a cat. Need a lift from Herr Doktor Proffeseur. I hope you are all right, my tall ones. Your stains are but a simple spread, not deep and cardinal sinews as mine are... Water took me to Siam to the capital where my creatures were. My visions of my past growled and talked at me, and now here I was their master, their cucumber moustache. I was their doll, I am their undoing, and I will be their afternoon in a gazebo. But my creatures do not remember that time, that cab ride, that walk, those girls that fell to the side. They only remember the switches that purpled their hide... You are asleep in your hotel room. Your eyes move behind your thin lids like ballerina orbs sheathed in skin. Your heads will work forever, my tall ones. |