Adventures in Darwinian Thought

So.

I spent much of my yesterday sulking, pseudo-cleaning, and watching po-e-try videos on YouTube. Normally, I would share with you the names of the po-ets that I was watching, especially since one of them inspired the po-em I'm going to share with you in a few moments....but a more careful review of the content of the po-em made me see that this may not be the best course of action.

I don't know...maybe if you ask me politely I'll tell you who inspired it. As of yet no title...but I'm sure one will come. Enjoy.

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I wonder if the people that look like monkeys know that they look like monkeys
I wonder if it keeps them up at night
wrestling with theories of evolution
Like, "How could I have been formed from the dust with ears and cheekbones like these?"
I wonder if they eat bananas in public
If I looked like a monkey,
I would not eat bananas in public
Kids can be cruel enough without handing them free ammunition
A Korean boy in my first grade class looked exactly like a monkey
One playtime another boy told him, "My dad said you could be a nigger"
Then they both laughed while Ms. Quewen  got really, really upset
The next morning
Our character word for the week morphed from "honesty" to "tolerance"
I'd probably stay away from berries too
And throwing feces at people
which is probably a good idea even if you don't look like a monkey
but even more so if you do
same as spending a lot of time in trees

I wonder if the people that look like monkeys are sad that they look like monkeys
or excited to so succinctly display the commonalities of our DNA
Like "I represent the missing evidence in all of Darwin's research
If he had had Facebook
He'd have been glad to be my friend"
I wonder if Darwin had any friends
And if they all looked like monkeys
If I looked like a monkey
I would not be Darwin's friend
He seems like the kind of guy that would try to bring bananas to all of his picnics

Adventures in Silence

"Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence" ~ Dorothy Dix

So.

I feel strangley absent after giving you people (all...what? 6 of you) something to read every day or so for the past month....nevertheless....I've got nothing to say....about anything.

Um....Osama's dead.
Gas prices are still up.
Character of Americans has been revealed to be type shady as they celebrated the death of another human being.
For some reason people equate the death of Osama with an end to the "war on terror"....which will give government a temporary window to go completely apeshit while we dance in the streets.
Been very sad lately.
Don't really have the words to say why.
Rather...have the words....don't see the point in using them.
Nothing new about that.
Tired of wanting a life I know I'm not going to get.

Peace Be

Adventures in 30/30

the trouble of writing a poem every day
is one of revelation
if insight came this easy
with the clang of each alarm
we'd greet ourselves
"i see you " each morning
then move throughout the day
on the air of truth and light
unafraid to touch and go
the only poems would be our hands
reaching out to hold another
each fingertip a psalm in its own right
we'd carry them open in constant surrender
our palms the clean slate on which heaven would write