There Were Much Bigger Things Than Elephants in My Living Room

This is a little writing exercise I did for a class. I thought I might as well post it, because it seems like I ought to post something.

The black and faux wood box that sat

In the living room, the bluish gray screen that

Blinked its light across the faded beige carpet.

Dan Rather was there to nod gravely at us.

Always a guy with a British accent to

Talk about water in the West Bank, another

British guy to bemoan degradation in the

Kalahari.  At the end, a perky woman in a red pant suit

Told us it would rain tomorrow.  And it did. 

Author's Note

I just thought I'd throw this out there for the heck of it. Perhaps I could expand it a bit some day.

Reviews

[R E Tree]

God the ending of this poem. I can't stop thinking about it now. Can't get over it totally unforgetable. I feel my head spinning with this piece of writing.