This gleaning ape, wide awake to all he thinks he feels
Dead to romance tied to voyeurism
Questions carved in passing, biting at his heels
This scheming ape that treasures all his broken things
Rusted toys and tarnished optimism
Severed locks of amber hair and tattered apron strings
This dreaming ape, fast asleep behind the steering wheel
Cushioned in his private symbolism
Answers cast in caste encased in hurtling steel
November 2009
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