Life at the Zoo

This a short little poem I wrote while in the midst of “serious” writing. Enjoy.

Life at the Zoo

All the wayward marmosets look dashingly up to their foodgod, Herman.
Love is nothing more than having gotten the wanted thing.
To fill a belly, or an ache in the heart, or a penchant for calligraphy.
We search for roadmaps and trailsign that will lead us to our calling,
Trodding on our purity-sanctity-uprightness in quest for the foodgod.

selah

Pleasure is the thing granted in right amount.
Too little waterfall will dry the soul,
Torrential trickles sickens sensuality
Till all that remains is the memory of a desire, neither desirous nor well-remembered
again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and
death
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