let's pretend we’re elephants
it's not dissimilar
to walking into
an open mind closing
alley ways between stacks
hoarded canyons
light in condemned spaces
detritus and debris
I don't know how a human
lives this way, strangled
by materialism, stuff, shit
nothing of value
the dregs of need
the inability to fill a landfill
the mind becomes
more like a fist
every day, blunt
with no flexibility
bricks fall from the sky
on an unused set of wings
constant beeping
a children's song
let's pretend we’re elephants
the graveyard is near
--Jason Baldinger
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