{ 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 !