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

execution of the goat

clouds slaughter rainbows,

expectant mothers cries ,

every other wound heals,

you can knock on doors

but who will answer ,

not a man with a golden goblet

who watched you

cast over a precipice

saved by a pen stabbed into

stubborn rock,

white rock

unheeding to your cries

crack appears

fissure to place your mind

letting thoughts expand,

pressured opening

wider

a flow of cerebral digestion

spilling over

staining with a curious purpose

from here others see the marks

a territory of mind and heart,

and will learn

to be as you are

or better,

scabbing crusting

around edges

salted tears

as you pick and worry,

yet stand firm

words stoic and resolute

to others scrutiny

a whale sings

no torment,

inspiring

extending pen to another’s hand ,

goats run in the enclosure,

a dying man has a kiss

and you see the virginity of

ink taken

and shared,

purpose found

love true

you will now open the door

to those

who knock

 

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