Monkey Eating Figs

Monkey Eating Figs There was a monkey on my back eating figs, Screaming, cursing as sunlight hit its beady eyes, Slowly this thought came to my sleepy head, Be calm, let the beast finish its meal For even imaginary beasts have to feed in peace Perhaps he is a god in another form. A spirit seeking to play a game. He must have a purpose. Go on you apparition, take my bedroom, Try on my clothes, use my comb and live. Sally forth into a kitchen filled with good food. Let familiarity become your stock and trade, while I seek to please your vanity. Call out for the gold hidden in my books, the treasures resting in my over crammed brain, Search for my key to Pandora's box. A calm resolve eased over my soul, could this be my chance to step back, Look inward to find another opened door Laughter burst forth like series of cannon shots Yes,there came a marching band on street parade Hold on now, the ride is about to get good! Suddenly darkness exploded everywhere. There was a monkey dreaming of a man on his back, silly dream the monkey thought as it laughed heartily Men are such nasty beasts, with such savagery Why ever carry one around so? Robert J. Lindley Oct 20th 1991 Note : Free verse written in 1991. From my private journal. Care to guess what it meant?? I remember, remember it so very well.