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kohler one and two
apes have insight as seen
under the soft winds of tenerife,
man as another ape
also has insight to convey and
express through brain chemistry,
we share flexible hands
that in wisconsin built ceramic wares
that ape with flexible parts
would use to dispose and hide
bodily waste
not wiped with leaves and buried,
food and the toilet
an inexhaustible amount of
links between,
we feed we shit we betray
the toilet the ape the man
intrigue of mind
not understanding what is real
correlation of brain and development
would introspection
come into play,
ceramic beauty and form
cupping arse to excrete,
apes missed out on porcelain desire
white shining cold,
yet who has developed
we watch we learn we betray
emotions significant part,
bare red ringed arse
bare flushed mating arse
under kohler one and kohler two
we have become that unshakeable
being of flesh fur behavior
dynamics of a wild innocence
that sees things so differently
as we see of each other
anthropometrics of form and mind
everything classified
as in information,
encrypted distorted betrayed
told only by the apes that lead
the higher beings
naked suited alone
electric flutes of thought
damn i need a poem,
to fill a space
some come
but do not linger
like the fart after a good meal
i subscribe to images
that like popcorn
during sex
adhere to skin,
a tattoo unable to shift
slice and slide onto page,
i think of bruised moons
and swelling sun
complicated paintings
of a scrambled mind,
as if my ear
was to my own heart
the beat was not right,
so pen scrawled over paper
chased by some nervous undoing
your reading it now
so i guess it is done,
let it linger
let it breathe,
i hope it gives something to
you
from the golden arch of arse
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
mother of the great flesh invention
the project
as songs and tales will have you know,
came from that technology,
mechanical milk pumped breast
delicious cream
to an unstilled conscious ,
stellar glow watches from above
as we evolve in growth
cell textures merge
and we appear
units that almost conform
yet defined by our features
unique to our body own,
then comes the urge
to put our own smudge
on this planet of
blue white and green,
the inquisitive sing
something called love
and by way of this
activate that thing called passion,
contortions and twists of
celebrated ecstasy
clamoring sweat
and processing our breed
by way of natural birth
swollen stomach
to be held and kissed,
as the mantra is found
and we have arrived
big bang
the sun throws shadows
with a sorrows art,
in native shade
away from that once
crawling dawn,
night some fragmented
feeling left on the floor
darkened more,
a cold patch
impossible with those
bare feet to tread upon,
sun would not fall
as fast,
in it’s streams she bathed
flaxen haired
so his red blood welled,
left behind
shadow grasped at him,
she turned
a smile
that chimed a mischievous
knell,
darkening face and chest
her peaceful calling
to which he moved
at her side,
kisses lifted lyric melodies
as hand in hand
would stay
till the glows last gleam
and the world teems
with wonder once again
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Stones Thrown as the Crow Flies
midnight had crawled
out of his head leaving the
early hours to do their work,
fingers manipulate
keyboard screen aglow
in transcript of the mind,
his patience a short tether
to the excitement of creation,
as if dawn light brought revelation
a first fledged sun of
the day,
radiated warmth
mist lifting,
stimulants left aside
progressing in a way he knew best,
hunching slightly,
a splinter of memory
curdled color at the corner
of his eye,
tear appeared,
but only of tiredness,
not happiness
love remorse or regret
compacting much of the mind
this way and ball it up
upon a printed page
gave it a name,
then abandon it
let it become a piece thrown aside,
to be read again one
future day,
at completion a certain smile
pleasure heightened
few could ever see,
it was written
it was done,
exhale pull away
tremors in the arms
till the next moment.
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