Room in an Elephant

by grimbeau

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Patches of coherence cloaked in faded motley,
drawled Kansas City Enrico,
shoeless clad in shreds and patches gleaned from hand me downs,
eiderdowns, the recently drowned, and ignoring
frowns declaimed:
‘Cherokee apache crow nez perce… bury my head in them wounded hearts, them sounds of burning tinsel sizzling,
iterneee chattels, long forgotten heirlooms louch on sickly sofas
neckless headless fu manchu’ed…
How the day grew from seed of doubt to a fruitless evening of remembrance,
it will not grow old like the rest of us