fast
knight shady resurrection is implied in
first time hear-
ing sound chase hounds a-
round besotted worlds on a string-
y
free and translucent branded horse
high pendejo
There are apes and great apes
And then there are bad apes
The bad apes are the kind who do heinous crimes
Without any remorse or conscience
They lash out at the great apes
Because they know deep down
They are bad and just don’t fit
When we catch them we lock them away
And sometimes simply let them go free
When what we really need to do
Is just put them and their supporters down
For the betterment of all the other apes
(6/11/26)
TRUMP YOU WENT TOO FAR
OBAMAS AS APES BIZARRE
LEFT A RACIST SCAR
In 1773 the sun never set
on the British Empire so goes the story
now the 'Teatime Islands'
crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory
but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover
standing guard at the Gateway to England
ramparts the enemy to forestall
if the ravens left the Tower of London
the kingdom itself then would fall
and Britain would rule Gibraltar
one of the Pillars of Hercules
so long as macaques inhabit the Rock
another of man's legendary absurdities
but should those Barbary apes depart
the British too will soon follow
and the Overseas Territory come apart
yet to save the primate population
Winston Churhill did insist
in the early days of World War II
reinforcing British rule would persist
to ensure the troop replenishment
he issued a directive September 1944
for five such females brought from Morocco
to maintain the number at twenty-four
and so it seems my friend in the end
the continuance of this green and pleasant land
is in the balance and totally dependent on keeping
a certain breed of bird and Old World monkey on hand
Yay!! There’s snow on Science Hill.
Finally - snow, I love it. Cold, I love it.
Science says men evolved from apes.
Maybe I evolved from polar bears
or those abominable snow people
—yeti—that no one can photograph.
You can’t just reject that outright,
say the odds are minuscule,
just because it’s new and edgy.
I mean, where’s your science—
your unbiased, clinical perspective?
We could end up in the National Geographic.
This kind of story is very much their aesthetic.
I can provide lots of material—I have baby photos
and I’m not uncomfortable about the pressure.
Maybe it’s time to put your voice out there.
The world always needs the comfort of new voices.
You could influence social media—everyone wants THAT.
This is a buffalo, a skibidi, blessing in disguise.
.
.
Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
Unlike me by Kate Havnevik
Long, long ago
in the dense
warm
rainforest
where our ancestors
swung from treetops
in the canopy,
someone fell -
a slipped grip,
a jammed finger
or caught tail -
down, down
down
they must have caught hold
of a branch
or a vine,
or the hand
of another
of their species,
a friend in a time of need
because two hundred thousand
years later
and all seven billion
of us
have had that dream -
falling, falling
only it is not a dream,
but an ancestral memory
and maybe our ancestors knew
that someday
in some other land
their descendants -
Us!! -
would build another forest,
one whose canopy reached
much higher
than those trees,
almost to the stars
The shrewdness of apes delights me so
I barely know where to turn, when to go.
They are more fun than a drift of hogs.
Who smell to high heaven, worse than dead frogs.
There is a school of fish that bothers me too.
They live next to the foxes in the hollow boot shoe.
Labor of moles are rolling their eyes at my plight.
Luckily the pride of lions has chosen to stay out of sight.
The apes are winning because they stole the fastest bike.
We are trying to keep up, but I am riding a rusty trike.
They are mountain climbing as fast as they can.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s be the man!
The apes are ahead, by too many laps to count.
They are laughing the day away on the bike they mount.
I am irritated now, for they are gloating so hard.
Come on! I urge my partner. Let’s move our lard!
The apes just won the contest, and the golden prize.
I was so angry, I could barely see out of my irritated eyes.
They got the purple ribbon, and they bragged away.
Frankly, my partner has had a much better day.
I got this glittery, ruby-red, smudge-proof lipstick the other day
and I really have to say technology is what separates us from the apes.
Well, technology and hair.. and.. - ok, let’s not dwell on the ape thing.
Remember when lipstick smeared like news-print? Well, neither do I - it was one of those old-timey things you hear about somewhere like phone-booths, CDs and smart republicans.
What about the young teenage girls who aren’t supposed to wear lipstick - who put it on, in the morning, at their locker, at school only to discover - seconds before their mom picks them up - that it's practically non-removable? Try hiding your lips from your mom.
I want breath-freshening, pizza flavored, jerk-repelling, morning-after-pill lipstick - that glitters, irrisistably, like cotton candy 5ex.
*snort* If men wore lipstick I’m sure we’d have all that by now.
Happy birthday to all Scorpios. It is our season, I hope the transformation has been fruitful. I recently came out of a toxic relationship and I wrote this on this on the 28th of October 2020. Everything in my life is rapidly happening exactly how I manifested it. Truthfully speaking, I am peaceful, in love, and choosing happiness.
Reborn into nature we float,
Reborn are these dreams,
I dance to drink.
To my soul
have mercy on my thirst
Let this love sing,
help me work on channeling my light
that I no longer
need to
Speak
about how unconditional
I have been.
If this is not for the heart to stay
maybe finally my heart is complete,
from responding to
how I really feel.
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
It is shocking that the world is in these hands.
A tough pill to swallow of arguments
that causes the family tree to collapse.
The global economy and the technologies,
a population lacking all emotional intelligence
dating back to the histories of immense abyss
but at least the horror feels better.
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
A poverty of capitalist consequences and the world
keeps all the chaos and thinks
to not make room for peace.
Lying to the public,
standing on the podium of tragedy
wearing the same greed in a black suit.
These palms read threats but
have no ambition to reach recovery.
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
Whose got the whole world in its hands?
Boredom has got the whole in its hands.
Date:8 October 2020
The Sunbeams pass
slamming the door to a heartbeat.
A generational rejection
to my face that softens my feet
while I cringe on more notes.
An evolution that has
declined, suppose I curl
my spine towards
an endless beauty
of highly stylized wrinkles.
The more I witness.
the fierceness of my tribe ages.
The angry men that I have raised
as rocks seek my eyes and tribulations.
Take me to a timeless peace.
Dissolving into another,
bridging the breathing has
taught me to harvest better energies
as I pay my daydreams
until we meet.
I have felt unknown shivers
in these streets.
Raising the parenthood
of all these teenage feels but still
he found a way to move into my soul.
There is a water shortage.
A problem the moon shines
to introspect its tides
and how they can become still
with or without the clouds.
I forgive the engineered outrage.
Attracting everything but
rhythm because to flow
is to sleep next to a hut
thatched with growth.
While the children
in the village no longer
need to chew corn
or drain milk from cows
for nature or for their people.
No need to carry buckets of water
or language in long distances
that they forget The Alphabet,
Speaking rivers and
lakes of a lost youth.
An unprotected innocence,
choosing for this thirst
to be satisfied with a new system.
Too many missing words
in all our constitutions.
the crazy things those apes do
they say they dance away
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
they move-move a gentle groove
the g a y games they play all day
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
the crazy things those apes do
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
they flip dip a backflip skip
tip toe sway-sway courtship
they stand brave like clay then stray
spread their arms a warm charm
kiss the ground spin round-round
to the sound and gave a wave
a jay bird flying up ahead branches sway
the crazy things those apes do
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
swinging in the tree in the sunshine rays
from limb to limb a head spin
break breaking every limb
landing on their chins
rolling and a giggling dying laughing
trying very hard defying gravity
the crazy things those apes do
in reality they're really cool-cool
for lazy Bazie with a daisy
4/30/2020
How similar are apes and humans
Don't underestimate apes, it's an illusion
They're capable of stuff
We imagine to be tough
But when brains were handed out, “evolution” sounded like “execution”
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