Like a prehistoric shaman
Tracing outlines of my hand
On the wall of the cave
Where the hunters gather
Like a tropical bird
Decorating a bower
With bright shells and moss
To attract a potential mate
Like an adolescent
Mapping imaginary battles
On book covers and Pee-Chee’s
During the boring classes
Like a one-man corporation
Plastering quirky logos
In public places
To prove I exist
1 comment:
jay that was a lovely poem. sreriously. i even think understand. i'm so glad you're ALIVE.
i loved the cave imagery and pee-chee imagery in the same poem. you're right. pee-chees were the caves of the 80's and now we have the internet. what next?
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