Monkey

dazed and confused as a baboon too soon let loose

from the zoo impending doom foreboding werewolf

moon and screechings in the night like untuned

moth's wings juicy glory of moth puree still

untasted yet untempted and undated

in time underrated masculinity belated

awareness of his darkness and simply belied at the

thought of admitting he relies on the zoo trying

to force a howl of despair but what's left of the

blue on his big baboon ass gets the best of him and

he ends up crying into a tree opining and opened

to the world and his sundry knuckles among

matted sticky fur like flesh--his tongue is dry--

and the frogs sung throughout the night like jaded dragonflies

silhouetted pirouetting black against the russet sunset

one being with insect regality and one man undone

undoing his circulatory system and letting his brain

matter unravel out and mingle with the blood

and synapses exploding like fireworks shows closer in focus

under a microscope and then marbled-warbled-kaleidoscoped

under the stethoscope and consciousness coming

to a full lotus