The deep thinking bi- polar
baggage handler
specialized in the ones that had
lost their wheels
so much so
he drank himself dry
full of abuse
those labels stuck to him
like a feminists smirk
he coughed up courage
from his stomach
riddled with emptiness,
But as the carousel rounded
his thoughts upped n ran away
being half made of animal
the rest a scribble
of brain fogged Freudian haze...
It's a mans right to admit
that mistakes are what made him
but that's not what she wanted
she wanted the ape
to be safe in the beaten chest
of ownership
wanting to give in
at the slightest request
but then twist control
full of marinating doubt
in a mistrusting soup
allowing her to
take lead of the collar
that one of them must wear
those primitive monkeys at play
and those bags go around
day after day
American Tourister did a commercial of monkey's dressed as baggage handlers completely trashing their luggage to prove it's toughness. This poem reminds me of that but in regards to relationships and what women expect from their ape/man lovers and heart handlers, and who gets to hold the leash in these confusing times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem! A superb bright masterpiece! Thanks a lot