Homemade Desert (Just Tuesday) (7/2018)

I write on an elephant.
Home, made. Desert.
Elephant’s alone with me.
It’s so warm, so they all stay inside.

Except the neighbors, they’re fighting again.
They make my moments rebegin.
Her car won’t start.
The other, she has no heart.
Spinning lights are movin’ in and
I’m headed to the grocery store.

I walked down an aisle.
Why does cheese cost five?
Why so many cereals?
Boxes and fake smiles.
Think it’s still just Tuesday.

I’ve walked for a mile.
Am I still alive?
Why so much salami?
Why did I just smile?
Think it’s still just Tuesday.

The fuzz was leaving. Quiet, soon, again.
They made my moment rebegin.
‘This tow truck starts.’
Today I feel I have a heart.
Spinning lights are moving out and
I’m back from the grocery store.

Writing on an elephant.
Home, made. Desert.
Elephant, music and me.
It’s so warm, the middle of the night.

I think it’s still just Tuesday.