I am her tree
where she explores
my human capability to bleed
NaPoWriMo day 1
Author: Matt
Unhinged
Becoming more unhinged
Eyes swivel and spin
With contemplative tongues
Clicking inside mouths
That have forgotten to sing
Waiting for some luciferous woman
To hang onto as we swing
A gorillas existential crisis: Bedlam
I shall cachinnate at the hopes of bedlam being resolved. What flumadiddle I’ve been taught of peace and virtue!
Something wrong is written this way
What about hank?
I heard his wife beat him
With nails in a wooden plank
He should have fought back!
What a foolish man!
Beaten by a woman!
No, wait I better take that back
I hope she doesn’t feel insulted
That would be very sad.
Wanting death when there is no release
I’m terrified I’ll want to die
When the news travels down
The grapevine
I’ve been to that place
I’ve had my neck in the rope
I’m scared I’ll still fight
Against my own conscious will
When it comes to the kill.
Resentment
You can hear the squelch of resentment
In your shoes
Stood there
Putting your intellect to no good use
Don’t think my acknowledgement
Of your intelligence
Is a compliment
I’m calling you the lowest of the low
Because you know
What you do
Yet continue to.
Go
Don’t harbour resentment
you are stood in my territory
loosen these chains
made of thought
and leave me alone
I will not
turn back as you leave
you’ve promised too much nothing
Go.
Squiffy
The reality of life is mindbogglingly squiffy
Topys tervy, upside down, a little bit iffy!
And we
Fold our thoughts…
Into our brains…
With questions bigger than ourselves
Is it any wonder we get ourselves into a tizzy?
Melancholic
Melancholic, reminiscence
Bubbling on the rocks
Drink it in one swoop
Velvet heat down my throat
I’m no alcoholic
This is purely medicinal
Robbie Williams sings through the speakers
“I love my life, I am powerful, I am free”
Another swig
To swallow the bitter aftertaste
From the lack of ability
To agree.
Beasts in monkey clothing
eenBeasts in monkey clothing
Midnight junkies randy
With electric thinking
Decapitated from reality
But dressed so well
In their monkey suits
Trying to be better than the animals
In their aimless pursuits
Forgetting we’re animals too
I’ve committed a pet peeve of mine. I’ve referred to us humans as monkeys! I have committed this atrocity in the name of poetry because I had writer’s block and this is what came out, and I’m not willing to edit it when I’ve been creatively constipated.
Why is this a pet peeve of mine? Well, because humans are APES. And my pet peeve is people thinking monkeys and apes are the same thing!
Fun fact:
Excluding a few species of monkey and possibly some apes who diverge from the general rule, the way to tell the difference between a monkey and an ape is to look for a tail. Monkeys generally have tails, apes generally don’t have tails. Humans aren’t monkeys, you are a species of ‘great ape.’
