A Sea Without Water

i could not be more
ashamed of myself as
i am now riding
nude sentient elephants
as if they were stupid mules
across wintry alps
and through golden hued meadows
barley’s a sweet taste
when liquefied potatoes
meet juniper seeds in the sea
i rise above it all the tide is not water

Copyright 2012
A. J. Hayes
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