{ emo music inspired poem }

ELEPHANT WOMAN

She is Elephant Woman
you cannot hide from her
in houses of brick or glass or
lined velvet curtains
whether it sits on 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, 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 too late for over counter pills
to soothe life-death chills

Elephant woman’s wizened
eyes twinkle, trunk swivel sway !

hair thinning, course curly bangs
silver bangles, she watches with pergola
golden helmet glowing, mantle frills sighing
yogic poses adorned with bright pink roses
know you will if she is for real or a
stuffed toy rolling down an airplane aisle
in turbulent storm weather or if
she is cross stitches on a blue linen cloth
whilst you enjoy mushroom pie
Strange is Elephant Woman

Surely you can see her trunken smile
telling you of Alps crossed, meditation
climaxes on Himalayenne tops ?

She is trumpeting !

Her mud baths circle with joyful Love to live
one side of a story your only vision escaping
to ladder climbing dollies with rice pudding lollies

In Elephant Realm 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
exhibiting 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


Flee flee from trunken nose
a noose her other side
bunking impossible with Arjuna jig-sawing
her thighs, too strong with courage
raucous laughter
her white chariots assembled for the kill
to win Hearts over minds
thrills to still
Strange this Elephant Woman who travels
across dimensions

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

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, Elephant Woman 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 human fight
yet rhythmic silence is her chief domain
a constant sameness of wake and sleep
for cyclical movement is what shapes spirals
whether stage jumps or cymbals clash with
guitar strings or 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 !