Hiding Behind the Elephant's Smile

I dreamed I was lying in bed dreaming. I was able to see the dream, not the dream of lying in bed, but the dream my dream self had lying in bed. That dream was as ordinary as a day at work. No one chased me through narrow alleys, no rock-slide full of bouncing boulders tumbled toward my house, no wandering naked in the neon lit jungle of a city. Just a dream in which I got out of bed and went in the bathroom to shave. In the mirror, I could see, not my face, but an elephant receding into the distance. A big smile covered its hind end. What was I to think? What would anyone think of such an experience? Enter the strange world behind the elephant#xE2;#xAC;"s smile. Poetry is an adventure and you are invited to join the expedition. "Hiding Behind the Elephant's Smile" offers cutting edge prose poetry and poetic prose to the discerning reader.