monkey all as me
before the meteor fell,
eat improvised food
slain in the boudoir
fresh from satin
and moist yesterday,
lacerations and smiles
hands bridge the expanse,
farewell to pelt
hello carnal alarm,
argue through closed eyes
i am the ape
blood and sensation
teeth splitting fruit
as i would breathe
through your flesh,
i am the cause of your scream
anthropology has it’s secrets
that is me,
pulse and tongues
long shadows in the mirror
i will no longer
take to the branches,
i have hysteria
in my feet,
consumed by the body
escape,
i live in infecting your purity
with my clouds
for
i am the ape
oh this is really really good… first of all, the title – that is definitely something…
such strength in this one – so tightly penned.
“i have hysteria
in my feet”
loved this!
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Thank you Miriam
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There are some real treasures in this poem, and I thoroughly enjoyed read it. Thank you.
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Glad it went down so well
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Love the pulling power of our evolution here1
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Thanks Akila
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Great job bringing images to life. We all struggle with the ape inside ~it’s how we integrate the opposites that bring us a sense of normalcy.
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Thanks Linda , hugs
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Man at his rawest here Chris – excellent. I too have a fascination for the primal self, the beast within – for whether we admit it or not, (s)he exists in all of us. I am aware of her now and again (although rarely) in thoughts, that by their very nature, trouble me….
Anna :o]
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Thank you 🙂
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An ape inside, our carnal twin always that raw power that pulls us – great imagery here
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Thanks Bjorn
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Fantastic imagery! What a buggery great poem here.
i have hysteria
in my feet
I dig that line a lot. -Mike
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Mike thank you , for the wonderful comments i am so glad you liked all the best
Chris
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“Anthropology has secrets” – I like the physical sense of becoming flesh and experiencing desire: “I am the ape” indeed.
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Thanks Rowan all of us have interesting anthropology all the best
Chris
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I just love this and “I have hysteria in my feet” what a great line… Cool write!
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thank you and glad you liked ..smiles
Chris
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That is quite an admission ~ anthropology has its secrets and will always be part of our history/genes ~ Hello carnal alarm, there is no one who is pure ~
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thank you i love to explore deeper than the surface nature
all the best
Chris
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Oh dear – very intense vivid raw poem. I have hysteria in my feet is a line that felt incredibly strong to me – that anxiety of the animal that we all are, fear to acknowledge, very strong poem. k.
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Thank you Karin and for the prompt big hugs
Chris
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Thanks, Chris. I so enjoy your poems. k .
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Hugs Karin x
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well that has grit…the teeth splitting fruit, the blood…
maybe this is our ancestor speaking deep inside us?
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Thanks Brian the primal self is always a fascination, all the best
Chris
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