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