Dancing Elepahnts and Jumping Babies

Underneath any victory
is the treasure of wisdom
the ability obey
and fight for the kings and queens
of our inner self
to rise above the nasty smell of death
and over come the itchy sense of fear
that flows liquid like a giant happy fish
or causal as a dancing elephant
to see the joy of babies jumping in yards of fresh cut grass
free from the rules of adulthood
that sit like vultures
stealing away the innocence
in an euphoric moment
where x marks the spot
and I don’t need a map
to get where I am going
just beyond the orange groves
where daddy grew the peanuts
that he sold to the zoo
when I was a child