DADDY'S ELEPHANT
the funeral stared at the meat
pecking the hail, the lunatics
are comfortable, your knees
are confused and toxic
you die and u feel u are
sitting with your real head
your belly is on your mouth
daddy's elephant in the disowned sand
chair sounds of albino crackle
you're the dog in your eye
irwin's weapon is a bird outset
it does not rain deeply in your
bed system, kneel in your milk
irwin likes to deeply hide
the baby who had died
this eyes sends itself
she's an arthead with rivers
of shoulders balanced
donna kuhn 2006
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