Poetry Corner | Issue 13

Poetry Corner | Issue 13

The Ape

His wispy fingers fiddle with his penis
flicking, scraping, brushing,
bursting into imaginary mates
with a phantom orgasm. 

He clambers around his simple platform
and ropes. His enclosure is the kindergarten
of children looking in.
Their breath pearls the glass. 

I question the separation between 
your silly gait, your lips flipped in clown smile,
and the voluminous crotch you clutch 
like a child with his toy.
 
In response
the ape bends back 
his hairy cannon and fires
a primal squirt

the globular stream licks the sky

beyond walls or freedom or millions of years

This article first appeared in Issue 13, 2017.
Posted 1:54pm Sunday 28th May 2017 by Charlie OíMannin.