I asked ‘Ape-Man’ about his name, specifically, ‘Why would you?’
Near the park, I screamed at a big chap—
“Do not pee by the roadside, ape-man!”
oh, because I seen fright,
I peed on a shrub a night.
The shrub —JESUS! —was a drunk man.
Give me back my pie little monkey said the ape man.
I wish I could said the pygmy marmoset, waving a fan.
You can! Said the ape man. And I want it done now.
You don’t have to have a fit, said marmoset. Don’t have a cow!
But it is my pie, I baked it this morning the ape man said.
It is full of juicy cherries, all sweetened and red.
If you don’t give it back, I shall beat you on the head.
Marmoset stuck out his tongue and ran off with it instead.
When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows.
Fresh bathed daisies signed a speech
as they swayed,
buttercups birthed calligraphy’s of sunlight.
Words were idioms painted upon
the melodious leafage
of the up-risen and rising.
Then that shaggy brat
the primordial ape-man grunted forth,
translating its gripey gut
through a creaky tongue.
A mouth-made muse had begun.
A nascent poet boldly stood forth
rhyming would with could,
and the dumbest of his tribe
cheered him fit to bust
while the green grown world
shrugged and turned its back
in dismayed disgust.
Mr. Corporate caveman,
where goest thou wayward hands?
Giving boardroom ape-man grunts
to the second bananas in command
You love talking jungle lewd
to the female office underlings
Always feeling on someone else’s
body wrapped packages
Dino dogs love sniffing
in somebody else’s kitchen;
and other people morsels, they love licking
Corporate cavemen love exercising
unauthorized executive privilege touching
Mr. Corporate caveman,
I hear-tell you received some Jurassic justice
That your wife, Wilma,
got the divided marital bonds
of your Slate Rock company
And she threw you some scraps
of divorced crushed rubble
You got Betty bopped,
Mr. Corporate caveman ...
‘cause your fingers couldn’t stop,
Mr. Corporate caveman
And there’s a heavy cost
for being a caught misogynist boss
Living in he jungle, no fear to hold,
fighting, always standing bold.
Piloting in the breeze,
swinging on vines through the trees.
His best friends, the creatures there,
to each other they are fair.
As the great one echoes his call,
these creatures, in line they fall.
Ready to help in time of need,
lining up for their great stampede.
How this hero came to be,
left behind in the jungle was he.
Just an infant, unable to escape,
knowing his mother as an ape.
Learning ways of the animals,
imitating their amazing calls.
Suddenly a woman one day came,
becoming his mate, that was Jane.
The king of beasts is Tarzan,
not a Lion, but an Ape Man.
Do tell me!
When he is out on a
night--
Dead doctor!
I will leave in twilight
And reach there
Your window
In late night.
We will hurried and
scared kiss--
Deep and long kisses
In damp moonlight
Of the early spring.
Then as an ancient
Arabian robber
blackamoore
I will run holding
hard to my chest
Your body of gold
Stumbling with the
stones
Climbing the fences
Jumping over the
thorns and shrubs
To the remote
country
By the dense forest.
And as an ape-man
had picked a
western woman
visitor
In Gulmarg
And held her as his
woman for some six
months
We will sex whole
days in the den
And in the nights
Outside
In the bushy pasture.
I will pull your brown
curly hair doggy
And slap your thick
thighs
And, you will moan in
gratification loud and
aloud
As a witch in a wild
place practicing craft
Or a whale in sea at
mating-time.
What if every thing isn't real,
or was I acting so insane?
What if truth shall prevail--
would you treat life so unfair?
We were thought that world is sphere--
stars,galaxies, meteors,comets and milky ways;
a significant distinction that world has life,
What if I believe I'm an ape man?--
Have you asked yourself;
What if there's life after death?--
What if I die then I live--
Should I believe then just leave?
Innovations,technologies,ambition;
Why it couldn't stop pollution,
Killing and chilling human nature;
What if "God" is delusion?--
Emergence
Out of darkness and ice
Freezing mountain caverns held tight
Elemental crystals bound up light
No running water or cool stream's breathe
Planet was barren, sea water still
Starlight broke through, as galaxies changed
It was just me and you
Potential and empty form
We were there with our starry hair
Filling glops of rain as they came
Plundering through the tundras
Out of energy rearranged
Tall trees climbed to their peaks
Nothing then was the same
Species bred insane
It was all a new game
Vertebrae and brain, the path to see
Monkeys gathered closely, singing tree melodies!
No blues were shattering the peace
Monkeys breeding furiously
Having a passionate shopping spree
And look what came to be
An upright heart!, countering
Nature's grace
An ape man heart lifted skyward
To contemplate the way
Buried subconsciously, dizzying sound
Teased the walking ape
With fireplace dreams, morphing skull rocks
Paint across the sky and palms
At every deadly cost!
Caves and plains were scattered
Splattered through the shaman desert
All else is history
When Tarzan swung home
To his house in a tree,
His nerves were all shot;
He was tense as could be.
His little wife wondered,
"What's eating you, dear?"
The ape-man said, "Jane,
It's a jungle out there!"
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