1. Jan. 1998
I am finding it difficult
Wheezing and breathing in the wind,
Of the morning,
Nostrils conquered with dust
And a fever grows ever
Gruesome pains that deliver the Me
Into the hands of liberty-gone-bad.
The handsome soul
Now sounds its way into the
River and bends its ways to and from and to,
Revolutionary instructions will be given
Later on, my brother…
Short ways to meaninglessnessess
And other messes
Of mans occupation in the
This is the teaching of the birds that are like owls screeching
And supine around;
The corroborator eats its way through the
And the General Lee is still on his pedestal.
In the Babooniverse this is what makes
Us all one,
No, Poo Poo.
Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: BABOONIVERSE, Original Date: 19980101 – © Alexander Blair Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2017 – Retro-published 20170728.
BABOONIVERSE - Not to sure about the date. Last copyright was 1998. Breathing is just part of life, but in stressful situations it becomes the measure between life and death. Babooniverse represents the monkey man glorified as he thinks of himself in revolutionary terms