He's strangely arty farty, the artist in the troop
a real green monkey, though he gets away with it
for he makes the alpha monkey whoop.
He's using tools like leaves and sticks
and makes the others think he may be an evolutionary leap
possibly a manqué lanky proto-human!
He's strangely arty farty, he plays with big elephants
and stares down tigers with a girning grimace
that makes them turn tail.
He's never on his tod, but longs for his own space
to make his final artistic statement, an installation
he calls a tree-house, including mop and pail.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo