Why is The Elephant
uncaged, all of a sudden?
Who does he think he is,
just standing there
and taking up his space
and sucking all the air
out of our tiny room..
And swinging on us
with his mighty trunk,
from left to right?
What is he doing?
Looking …

Мужчина должен
быть устойчивый
и крепкий,
как гора.
Но в то же время
любящий и нежный,
как ветры морей..
Второму, сфера мамы
обучать дитя..
а первому,
это конечно есть..
ответственность
отца.

Но, к сожалению,
тот идеал,
похоже далеко
не лёгок
многим мужикам
достичь..
пример хороший,
ролевой
есть не всегда.
Или …

Allow my gentle hand
to firmly lead you..
rest your body
on the structure
of my frame.
Release yourself
of any worries
that The Sun shall dim..
if you may chance
to pull away,
the center
of my gravity
will pull you
right back in.

You’re free to be …

The Spirit
speaketh
unto us!
But only when
the timing
is right.

It does not
meddle
and does not
command..
It guides.

Look into my eye..
What do you see?
A fluttering of wings
upon a social butterfly?
Or maybe but
a momentary glimpse..
of future family?

Or must the image
in thy heart’s eye
get much clearer..
before the moment
comes
when you may
finally believe it?
Or do you …

Let us discuss
the character
and nature..
that underpins
the mine-ness..
of your phenomenal
representation.

Because you’re mine,
one pair of rosy lips
to other..
and nip to perky nip
upon thy bosom..
to percussive bongos
of thy jiggly bottoms.

And yeah, I boss you
shamelessly around..
without much …

How is it..
that you wish
to be The Sun
itself?
But you don’t wish
to know
the place where all
his highest wealth
still lies..
the darkness
of a lonesome,
moonless
night?

I tried to teach you,
hand on heart,
I did, upon a time..
and may God …

Oh Hermes..
Messenger
of Elder Gods.
Where is the letter
with my ticket?
Did you lose it
on your way to me?
Or is All-Father
Kronos still intent
on drawing lots?
Or is the god
of tricksters
playing yet
another
silly joke?

I must concede,
it’s funny..
oh.. so …

Why turn my life
into some strange
and utterly contrived..
live action fan-made
spin-off.. of Wuthering
(or more like Withering)
Heights?

Why do you reckon
that we sprinkle
spices on our food?
Because so often,
in their absence..
life is bland,
in truth.

Most people
get their fix of drama …

It’s true,
just after
I had promised
nightly peckings..
I took an axe
to this ol’ fruiting tree..
why do you reckon?

Because I am
a liar
and an oath
breaker.
Believe me
when I say,
my little sparrow..
that this call
was made
in your best favor.

What …