I Need an Ivory Poacher

An elephant is tap dancing
On my brain,
Reveling in his own girth
As he careens back and forth
Inside my skull.
His feet gleam in
Size twenty-one torture devices.

The harsh light of the library
Is the elephant's spotlight,
And my pen touching paper
The intruder’s cue.
His massive head rears
As he releases a primal yell.
My ear drums shatter.

I sip water
And swallow an Advil,
A pitiful defense against
The sinister charms
Of the gleeful beast.
Uninvited, he'll stay for hours.