Elm tree

Desire under the elms.
We are not acting, of course, or are we not?
Lovers are the biggest hypocrites.
We die supposedly for one another.
We are all tragedians
and bring out passion intact
only on a stage out of sight.
In conceivable elms.
Who gives a damn about the others.

A nightmare on Elm Street
is a lifeless look, are ready words.
If you don’t see the other skin-deep
you’ll often find yourself on this famous street.
On Elm Street.

But pay no attention.
It’s laughable, even though destined
for just anybody, man or woman, to bring terror.