there’s a gorilla who lives in those clouds
his face, i’ve seen delivered in my dreams, strong and fierce,
a thunderous roar, he’s at it again, the gorilla
pounds at his chest and wakes me
from my sleep,
the clouds are releasing a beast of a rain
torrenting at the roof, the gorilla lashes out
an animal insane,
the night is lost to this massive display,
of booming roars pounding in rage,
as I lie here awake staring at these doors,
the gorilla yelps out a howling roar
a battle cry from this distant shore,
to yours and yours and yours and more,
he’s on a mission,
a primate’s tour,
my dreams disrupted,
by a beast of a storm.
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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