SpaceshipsA Poem by Elephant Noses
That sea of cars is so beautiful there
New, shiny automobiles taking on a
liquid shape, catching light like water
You want to scream at them,
and throw your voice like a lifesaver
into the water and drag yourself in
Away from the drowning, in newness and defeat,
drowning in the heat of his body
in the quiet electricity in yours
that shakes you, vibrations in your skeleton
“Are you cold?”
“No.” His voice pulls you out of the thrashing waters
Silent in your mind. He doesn’t see the water,
He that alien who fell from some strange planet
To teach you a thing or two.
He takes your hand.
He knows exactly what to do.
He stands you in front of him and guides you forward
Like that trail you walked at summer camp,
in complete darkness, just a rope
a dead rope showing you where to go
But you only act like a blind child,
You know where to go, what to do,
what you know you don’t want to do
He throws you his voice, his question
You throw him your “Yes” and let his
yucky spitty mouth wrap around your heart
But you forget to close your eyes
and you see the sea of cars, moving like ants.
They’re tiny from your spaceship.
© 2010 Elephant Noses
Added on November 9, 2010
Last Updated on November 9, 2010