the ape regards his tail

looking with eyes like flashing light bulbs
brow wrinkled black like bat’s wings
or the rag top of a ’67 bug
he knows that something is lurking
behind him
where he can’t see
twitching and tingling
an ominous protrusion

so, he makes to forget it
he drives his 4×4 down the street
with the fog lights on
and the hatch down
listens to country music
drools over hairless tailless women
eats processed food and drinks fermented waters
and forgets
till it’s time to drop trow
and answer nature’s call


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