In The Days Of The Caveman

When you go on camping trips you’re stuck right out in nature forging the forest like a primate using sharpened tools instead of hot plates.

Your thumb and forefinger supposed to show you’re not a wild beast, you can hear the noises at night time, they don’t have to keep a certain bedtime.

See in in the shapes of my body leftover parts from the apes and monkeys.

Sometimes when I lie awake I hear the rain fall on my tent fly. I think of all the insects that are sleeping and wonder if the animals are dreaming.

In the days of the caveman and mammoths and glaciers…bugs and trees were your food then, no pyjamas or doctors.

And when I finally go to sleep I dream in technicolor, I see creatures come back from the Ice Age, alive and being fed inside a zoo cage.. Crash Test Dummies.

Comment: With everything going on in this crazy world, don’t you sometimes feel like a crash test dummy?….Frank.

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