this is a poem about an elephant
a bit on the thin side but still in development
written on a chromebook
a bougie kinda notebook
(my old one was shit;
you could barely manage a
dumb haiku on it)
the desk is made of walnut
all but
firewood
any buyer would
say no to an appraisal
but at least it’s stable
with a bit more character than an Ikea table
(I bought it on eBay
paid him via Paypal
I said can you drop it round
he said yeah okay pal)
it looks pig ugly but it’s sturdy enough
with a coupla drawers to store my stuff

so then
this elephant
which stands looking at me
suspiciously
but seriously
what do you expect
my writing to reflect
the truth about elephants in a scrappy bit of text
I don’t know
leave me alone
I can write what I want
in arial font
idly grazing on random grammar
just like you on the goddam savannah
but with grass not words
and me on my own
not in herds