Apr 2019
You hodge podge
of a person you
random facsimile
you who would
pull yourself off
of four legs just
to have a go
at me
Climbing up the
evolutionary ladder
keeping me at bay
while that lizard
brain of yours
feels the real time
of our mutual
decay
Something soft in me
the warm red blood
in me, you could smell it
even from under that stone
with one eye peering
above the mud while
the other eye plays
dead, white as a
bone
You kept your weapons
well hid but in the soft
light of night and under
a bowl of stars I could
hear your claws sliding
over white flesh and
scars
You, fooling me by
standing on two legs
and showing off those
practiced and opposable
thumbs- how ******
gallant of you
(And I watched him
fall on his neck, biting
himself in half; in his
parody of a human
he forgot to add a
spine)
of a person you
random facsimile
you who would
pull yourself off
of four legs just
to have a go
at me
Climbing up the
evolutionary ladder
keeping me at bay
while that lizard
brain of yours
feels the real time
of our mutual
decay
Something soft in me
the warm red blood
in me, you could smell it
even from under that stone
with one eye peering
above the mud while
the other eye plays
dead, white as a
bone
You kept your weapons
well hid but in the soft
light of night and under
a bowl of stars I could
hear your claws sliding
over white flesh and
scars
You, fooling me by
standing on two legs
and showing off those
practiced and opposable
thumbs- how ******
gallant of you
(And I watched him
fall on his neck, biting
himself in half; in his
parody of a human
he forgot to add a
spine)
if I posted this before, like in the past day or two, this is because my memory is for ****. if I posted this before AND it had a different title, well, this is due to my aforementioned memory problem- in fact I probably change the title of pretty much all of the poems I post more than once. I do the same thing with the collages I make. But I can assure you- or anyone else not paying attention- the titles to each of my poems stay put at least through a reading of one of them. What I mean by this that when you start to read a poem titled "The Ascent of a Man" it will still be titled "The Ascent of a Man" by the time you finish reading it. It will not be titled "The Vacuum Cleaner Salesmen I have Known and Loved, part one- Elliot Erickson and the Electrolux" (no matter how badly I want to change the title to that).
