Monoliths On Elephants Poem by Kevin Patrick

There's an elevator standing on an
Elephants back
And he's watching for the Grenadiers
planning the attack
With the radishes and cabbages
from Mother Gooses Arsenal
Succulent with pomegranates and
antihistamine flavonoids
descending from the wineglass stars as
cowboy paratroopers Taking aim on oiled sands of escalators
in search of motor chariots Meanwhile they hold plastic bullets made
of Norse Runes
Meant to summon the grand svengali in Knockoff muzak Who is nothing but a detestable Metabolizing Leprechaun Whose lime elegies are moving back to
North Vermont
To escape the hostilities of the
Mascot revolution
But sadly he stands on the starboard side of the RMS Lusitania Before it got torpedoed in a photograph By a histrionic submarine carrying the squared hypotenuse of
cube footed mouse Rushing around on a sidereal wheel looking for a house
From an ad received from pitcher plant
comic book felon felon Presiding in an office that appears
Like a mushroom
Strategically Situated on a other
side of the stage Plotting vaudeville mysteries with an Effeminate age
Who is Austro German from his
maternal side
Now married to Anarcho syndicate anthropologist
Conducting a detailed symposium
wrapped in a seance studying Monoliths on Elephants