Portrait of a Caveman
A throbbing heart moistens cornea
worries of the mind puffs a face
a dripping nose is most ugly
vulnerable spirits cling to bodies
A cave is dark all day long
Rains make nights darker
men can dance in darkness
but who notes the music?
The musician dreads sunshine
the cave will remain his kingdom
so longs as he makes every note sweet
with promise and hope of a bright dawn
A promise builds hope
swirl of dance prepares soul for ejaculation
of a confetti of spirit, new cave, green tune
a bonfire to rival the yellow shy ball
The cruel nimbus breaks its waters
The caveman retreats like a tortoise
for the sun has aborted its rays
No music today
The hope maker is away
to sweeten his notes with money
Only if the caveman sweetens his dance
with honey...
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