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
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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