I had a dream I met the Elephant Man

He was sitting at the bus stop,

busy on his phone, some website in Japan,

fingering the drool seeping from the corner of his lips.
I sat down.
"Hi.", I said.
He just kept scrolling, searching out 

'big hats for big heads',
His pustules screaming out in the afternoon rays,

and the powdered clouds were

laid forthright and precise

by turbines without mercy.

Ray Strickland
May-2022

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I like your use of the

I like your use of the Elephant Man as your poem's metaphor.


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