The Monkey and the Woman
The Monkey And The Woman
The monkey and the woman
Smoke swirling,
out of burnt nostrils.
Clouds exhaled,
out of female lungs.
Looks(better than a poodle).
Not young or old not bad.
Between drinks,carrying a purse.
Walking to her next rendevous.
The woman of Flagstaff,
dismissed the monkey.
No love for you.
But no way am I sad.
The part I am missing,
is still somewhere in my future.
Charles Robert Hice
Copyright ©2006 Charles Hice
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