Pink Elephants

Pink Elephants

In the desert I witness the wilderness, its disguise desolation

Where spilled water makes the guerilla life emerge then flee

Heat that’d bake apples on a tree

All’s hidden, it’s the earth topsy-turvy

In my solitary I’m intellectually

My conversations are soliloquy

I see my shadow and wonder it’s always lonely

Distractions from sun lit mesa in the badlands

Now grasslands and the illusion of desert

To me no dimension in my minds captivity

But I’m fooled as the fowls forage and find food

Another dimension that thrives hidden

Can I be that self-centered and smug?

To believe we’re alone, all there is, on this blue-green rug?

Beyond hypothesis to theoretical, where there’re alternative universes

And dimensions from four here to eleven out there