Morgan Michaels


Gorilla - Poem by Morgan Michaels

He squats on the tarmac
nose a bit flat
joints a little big
from walkin' fro and back.

He studies the clouds:
the hairs on his head
were aubergine, but, sunlit, now,
orangutan red.

sulci wide and deep
separate us
like the moat
between Dives and Lazarus.

He imitates the boys
who imitate him
imitating them
imitating him.

Once he flung poo
at them, he did, but they
deserved it, they did-
didn't they, hey?


Comments about Gorilla by Morgan Michaels

  • Gold Star - 35,597 Points Gajanan Mishra (9/4/2013 8:48:00 AM)

    good write, thanks, I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, June 27, 2014


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