elephants

Felt the need to write things to express myself,
but I don't want to write. I just want to punch
little kids with insect arms and strangle people
with jell-o.

This would be semi-satisfying to the point where
elephants wouldn't be so scary anymore. maybe.

I had a dream. It trampled all over me.
A pink and yellow elephant. Striped.

I feared for my life. Vigorously.
with averted eyes and androgynous
mannerisms.

I had a dream of you. Dead. I cried.
In my dream. Confused. Isolated. Lonely.
Unsure of myself. Or my feelings or
something.

Today I walked in a puddle of water.
Socks wet. Cold. I took the train home.
At home I went to sleep.