Monkey Dreams
there's a monkey on my bed
jumping from corner to corner
squirreling away all my dreams
some unpassported foreigner
this prehensile tale could
wait until the daylight
instead, I light the lamp
and scratch the pad tonight
fumbling glasses, searching pen
trying to convey mindful bits
caught in presleep's branches
before monkey flits and I forget
it always seems to be like this
eyes closed, trying not to think
primed primate moves my mind
incessantly adding a missing link
well aware from past experience
of what the monkey will take away
and hide among lush floral jungle
I write quickly what I hope to say
tomorrow, or soon, though maybe never
I'll pick up this scrape of note
to decipher what I meant last night
and continue what the monkey wrote
© Goode Guy 2011-06-02
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