THE RENTLESS STRUGGLE TO THROW OFF THE MIND AND THE WILL ONE IS BORN WITH AND PERMIT THE GREAT APE TO ESCAPE
you will find me in the cemetery
rows of Michaels
fields of Michaels
I was the first burial baby
all burial babies after me
came from my seed
carrying flesh on my bones
I was never free of “all the higher emotions”
the chains of masculinity
CONVERSATIONAL POETRY 
In the city of Gotham
I swear I saw a great ape
hiding under the cape of Batman.
When Robin exclaimed
“Holy Neanderthal, Batman!”
I knew it was no hallucination,
and at any moment that
great hairy ape might attack.
It would seem that even Batman
has a crazy monkey on his back.
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