The Elephants At The Zoo

The elephants at the zoo, lumbering in their cells, like deadwood floating downstream, where the mouth is closed. When kids arrive they put on a show. It brings them minute happiness to see the smiles, hear the laughter and to look into the eyes of freedom.


As the day moves on, it's a blur, as the sunny disposition is weathered and fake. Each movement of the trunks, calculated, silenced and each passing face, a tear.


Such sadness their eyes
Windows wide open to see
Pantomimes of hope


Logan Robertson

9/16/2019

Sally's heart sings nights of slow romance
Where eyes and tongues are tapered in dance
Kisses, one at a time
Lasting embraces in rhyme
As women's duet, she changed her stance

Logan Robertson

9/20/2019

I want to hear a poem
Before deafness

To look upon a painting
Before blindness
Fills these eyes

I want to toucha woman
Once more

To bloom and seed

Before the withering

Oh to lay
Hand on bush

Red breast
Through thicket

Strong song
Penetrating

Gloom

Sleep

Clouds
Weep

Hugging wolf

We made you

Us.

Mother of twins,
Brother
Son,

Us.

Suckle me now

And walk

Beside

Forever

The glass slide runs up the neck
The whiskey slides down
There is something burning inside
it's my whiskey brown frown

The lights are low
The smoke so thick
I see blues in the sounds
you stroke
with your finger tips

Laughter out there
Someone sitting on every chair
She put a spell on you
into space you now stare

The whiskey soaks in
So does the color to ears
Looking at life through the empty glass of your fears

The bar closes soon
It's getting so late
I've been drinking so much
I drank myself straight

The colors have changed
from blue/black of the night
The rooster crows
I see the beginnings of the red/yellow light

So if I go home
I'm never coming back
She gave no reason as to what it was that I lacked