cliché

 cliché

cliché

the effluent

of the elephant

in the room

flushed with success

the words tumble down the spine

of a good book

coccyx the final word

an echo in an empty brain

is the loudest of silences

before hello returns

the clichés spin

in the sargasso sea 

the elver words start out

upon a stream of thought

up river

the readers are baited

reeled in

the tiddlers break surface

the end of a rickety pier 

calls the loudest

for the biggest fish

is just beyond reach 

the moon sets

on the sargasso sea 

and on the headwaters

of a night’s long thought

the pyre

of all the clichés

glows