The Absent Ape (surreal)

I grow aware of the round-about stare, the shadows that glare

How can this be fair when the wind blows in there, to where?

For I know not the knot to tie up the lot as the fisherman froze

So I’ll close this case and wander in space trying to catch a cold

The shelter is closed and no one knows

I ask not for bread or a hat on my head but can you spare a grin?

“cause where I’ve been, they don’t allow sin and I may be dead again

I tried and I tried to find the right door but nothing’s in store or out

And the candy machine’s cracked and there’s talk behind my back

It’s not all despair, ‘cause she’s waiting there

It’s the tale of the tape, like the tail of an ape is fragile and stale

So I run to the phone and try to call home but my mouth starts to foam

The ambulance arrives but it drives through the cries and the siren dies

But it lands on the lemonade stand and disrupts the plan to adjourn

The meeting was allowed to quite the crowd

Then a dust storm started twisting and the roar drowned out the train

The town was obliterated and the gas station incinerated and

It never stopped again until our final destination at Indecision Station where

We all got out at “Might Be” down the road from” Maybe Slightly”

And entered a whirlwind of joy and insurrection reading Tolstoy

Then saw war and peace increase, drew our swords and deceased.

To end this tale here

I will dispel all your fear

So jump off the pier

About the Author ()

RICHARD LYNN LIVESAY - Poet/Artist•Born 1943 Lubbock, Texas, lives in Greenville, SC• Education: U. of Ariz., Lubbock Christian College, Texas Tech U.• Careers: Art, Medical, Transportation, Entertainment• Curr

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