Mad Monkey

Mad Monkey The last summer The last breath of the world The last leaf Has fallen Bud open Will not return From the fell Chain saw The arms and roots Branches filigree Lungs Breath no more Of life Continuous Mad monkey Set a fire in your house Plagiarise the healing mists As commonplace Throw your misunderstanding Into the briar patch And hang from the bow The gaunt edifice Of fraudulent civilizations empire The last piece of the puzzle In the jigsaw of denial Grabs its placatory moment And sucks through the straw Its sweet tasting milk shake Impoverished soil The last winter The final gust Of clean air Wilted flower Suffocated Mad Monkey Chokes on gratifications Plethora of extinction Tosses inconsequential litter To the ground Of its own foot prints Poisoned By its own greed For life The lost summer The lost breath of the world The fatal leaf Is falling Open bud Can not return From the fell Chain saw Of time