Oct28

The monkey crossed himselfBefore hesitantly opening his laptop,Scared about what he’d find.He brought up his browserAnd flipped to Google.”How to end it all with a smile…”The results appearedAnd cascaded down his screen.Lost in the mists of advertisingThe monkey was desperate forSome kind of meaning.Google couldn’t provide that,But neither could his life.Slamming the computer shut,The monkey…

Aug17

Hairless, almost. Down upon arms And legs And chest And back.The knuckles Of burly Fumbling hands Scraped the Jungle bush. Arms, muscular, Sinewed and agile Tore at the grasses, The fruits, the seeds The tissue, the flesh. Eager eyes Devoured the detail Scanning the peace With ears and Suspicious nose. Then we locked gaze. The…