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Hip-Hop Elephants of the Golden Palace


by Shawn Misener


Hello floaty word man

suspended in smoke

chortling coughing with collapsing colon

spraying sounds into the day

making it night and ending the line


the advantage of hip -hop over poetry:

battles and

BEATS, of course

head-knockin' sounds


you'll gain a few pounds

in gold chains and pistol rounds


BUT

the one thing we all have in common

Is that our days will end, inevitably


we KNOW NOT how

or when or why

we just die


and they pack us away

under the earth

then maybe born again

as a beetle, a flower, or a fucking elephant


HOW COOL?

To be an elephant

roaming the edge of the Sahel

munching on plants and trees

majestically


Big as all get out

not even bears would step to us

we'd communicate by tapping trunks

and thromping weeds with our hind legs


The ELEPHANT

fears nothing

and therefore faces his doom

with dignity, awe, and recognition


The awed elephant

looks to the blue sky

and spots an airplane

ripping a cloud trail


he points to the nearest cloud

and whispers to the plane's pilot:


“Be not afraid and approach the cloud

'tis golden body is decorated with fluff

and teensy silver linings”


So the plane shifts course in a jolt

as the cloud opens like lady legs

letting the plane into her glistening

golden glades & caverns


The elephant dies

and joins the pilot

in the golden palace

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