The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



the peace ape

us neanderthals like to keep it simple
we would rather hide in the woods
than go crazy in the city
you can keep the concrete

when we refused to evolve into warriors they hunted us down
they didnt get us all
there are still some quasi neanderthallus out there
with their own religion and definition of love
with a healthy respect for the sun

warriors for peace
like tha new ads for the navy say
the ones that seem like they were written by trey parker
absurd is everyday in this world
so im headed into the boonies for a while
im going to get around and say my goodbyes
looking for a nice deep cave ...

or is this just an over extended love metaphor?
are you my love cave?


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