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Escape from the Planet of the Apes
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I'm watching Planet of the Apes
 1
with a bowl of Count Chocula nestled between pajama feet
 2
when my mother comes through the door -
 3
cigarette in one hand,
 4
plastic bottle of bourbon in the other.
 5
 
 
Soon I hear glass shattering and the gnashing of teeth
 6
coming from her bedroom.
 7
My father left us for good this time
 8
and my mother is piling on the misery
 9
to cover up the heartache -
 10
destroying herself to avoid the pain.
 11
I will myself into the world on the screen in front of me.
 12
Dr. Zira is my new mother. She is logical and kind -
 13
an ape, yet somehow more evolved.
 14
I am two thousand years in the future
 15
on a desert expanse, vast and omniscient,
 16
where sanity has full reign
 17
and people don't devour the ones they love.
 18
 
 
We drive to Bob's Big Boy,
 19
sit in the back by the restrooms and the telephones
 20
where I choke on her silence and second hand smoke.
 21
Through the window a hexagon sun
 22
hangs frozen in a winter sky
 23
and I understand the decision before us -
 24
between pain and torment,
 25
between heartache and despair.
 26
And I understand
 27
in life there are no other choices.
 28

21 Sep 13

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have you talked to your son lately? or heard from him?

love the opening stanza. 7-8 is :(
bobs big boy. :)
love 22-23.
the ending is again :(
 — mandolyn

this tries to be clever through the references made, but the back story is made more boring by them, not counter balanced in the way you hoped.

again, the conceits in this are overplayed and trite which is further numbed by the trivial play into what might loosely be called poetry.

a failure as a poem.
 — unknown

I dig it.
 — unknown

^I appreciate the harsh critique.
Thanks for reading.
Mandolyn - wrote a poem about him the other day,
posting in a few days.
 — 9

Man, I’d love to grab a lantern and crawl around that attic inside your head. I'd probably find the ghost of Richard Brautigan in there? Not sure how old you are in this poem, but I definitely feel for that little kid. Personally I’d change to title to "Escape TO the Planet of the Apes" and end the poem on L17 (a very strong line), but having said that, we lose the great imagery in Ls 21 & 22, followed by the decision that has to me made. What the hell do I know anyway, huh?
 — clupeidae

clupeidae - you being one of my favorite poets,
I am flattered by your comment!
Peace.
 — 9

L20 where I choke on the second hand smoke and her silence.
 — thechosenone

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