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'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.