Liquid smoke lilts off reneging rafters:
licking notions for him to eat.
Cicada-clicking-booms are fists of silverbacks — like this they begat laughter:
economized sustenance. Bold — a gorilla fending his Virungas-status meat.
Brothers: double limbs and digits groan to sit in moisture-lush as well… the lilt’s refrain —
baffling — same poverty seems not to make him captured.
Swells frolicking (deep-down-deft), like wincing deftly: blows of acid polyps in the rain.
New rinks dated, stolid pry; the blacktop streets: the quips to keep him up for Rapture.