They asked the fox about his witness.
He pointed to his tail.
They asked the dog about his witness.
He pointed to the baboon.
They asked the gorilla about his witness.
He pointed to his rear end.
Tail is tail.
* Six lines poem that has three micro stories; the seventh line is so short conclusion.
The forest path is empty; and
the tourist hubbub mute. Lay’s,
biscuits, banana chips, peanuts…
These monkeys lose the alms
from visitors. Yet they enjoy
the lockdown on the romantic
boughs without sanitizers and
masks. They foresee rain before
it kisses sand. Their infants are
beatific within cuddle and care.
They don’t perforate the roof of
the earth. Genocide and lynching
are unknown to them. Never
destructive, ever-serene, they
live and leave. I must mistrust
the monkey lineage of man.
*Penned during the Covid Lockdown.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
Tired War,Release the Monkeys
They tried to nail my boot to the floor
No nail puller
My influence won the day
I was the monkey man
Earn the right
I want to ask
Just for a little more time
Growing life growing tree
just to lose it
Can't you see
Life got to be better
Once I lit that cigarette Ocean of tomorrows
Swells
Fasten our belts
There's air escaping This world has a leak
Just before a cats shadow beyond the hill
Against the grayish stucco plastered wall
Fortune of forever
Now its in your face
Fear fear fear
its all coming together
Together
Why I fear completion
Or falling apart
Put your mind in another place
Seeing the sun cut out to shade
I promise to do enough
oxygen enough empty space for you
To have another cigarette
Well I can't say that you suck
Unless I can do better
But even then
I saw monkeys
Hooked up to masks
I wondered who is actually murdering their ass
Well the monkey mysteriously went away
Hope take me away from tragedy
My old friend stayed
Giving death sentences like belonging to some hell bent regime
The trumpets sounded
I let it finish
I faded into forget
it takes courage to have a brain and a heart and not be ruled by either.
alas, the antics of the anointed would embarrass the flying monkeys.
a political expose...."PAY NO ATTENTION TO THOSE BEHIND THE CURTAIN"
put the witch in six inch red heels and we'll all be flying monkeys
Monkeys are colonizers of trees
They are excellent climbers
They have strong muscular arms
And coordination, they're agile
They don't get tired, always moving
Climbing is just natural to them
They have natural strength and quickness
They love to socialize, family oriented
And have sense of community belongingness.
a barrel of laughs
butts a barrel of bullets~
a barrel of oil
***
Where are my flying monkeys, Poindexter?
I woke up with this in my head one day.
It inspired me to draw a painting and smile until noon.
I threw the paint on this, and my feelings got bigger and brighter.
As I add color to my canvases, I feel I am adding hope to myself.
Painting makes every day joyful to me.
"The Barrel of Little Monkeys"
Gorilla warfare took a new turn,
when the children like chimps,
followed the voice of their Overlords;
they adored them once,
but then,
some things
can NEVER be forgiven.
The number like www
drew their parents in first,
and then, what’s worse,
it drew them in,
those little monkeys
out of the barrel,
shotgun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
sweeping ocean floors
deleterious debris ~
sea monkeys sway
Monkeys always see horses as ugly because they don't know how to look in the mirror.
August 24, 2023
My sad addictive nature
Is messing with my head
But the one thing I fear most
Are spiders in my bed
No matter what I do
I push it to extremes
And when I'm fast asleep
Arachnids haunt my dreams
I can never drink just one
Or get high enough on smoke
But when it comes to spiders
Man that's really not a joke
Why eight legged critters scare me
I can't find the words to say
If I see one on the wall
I'll just run the other way
My life is growing weary
'Cause I can't resist this urge
But I'll really meet my end
If the two of them both merge
I worry that this combo
Might stage a dual attack
I sense my will too weak
Spider Monkeys on my back
Do not poke spiders, pythons, alligators or crocodiles! Mommy had said.
Monkey thought she was too cautions, always living way up in her head.
He did not even know what a python was, so he poked a stick at a snake.
Not recognizing his move was not good, until python’s tail gave a shake.
He was being chased around the world now by an angry serpent mean.
“Mommy!” monkey screeched, it was his very last heartfelt terrible scream.
Flying apes always admire a fruitful tree, for they can't bear their own.
December 18, 2022
I have B negative blood
If my blood type is unknown of where it started from and it doesn't match monkeys as a positive blood type which is 85% of the whole world, then this proves we did not evolve from monkeys well I didn't, lol monkeys do not have negative types of blood they are all positive blood types. A negative mother cannot give birth from a farther who has a positive blood type unless a doctor gives her treatments.
What's left?
God
Are they lions? My child asked, staring.
They were monkeys, all chattering and daring.
Why are they in a huddle? The little one asked.
No idea how to answer, glad they weren’t masked.
They have been in our tree house, my bracelet is gone.
To get it back would take a godmother and wand.
I am sure they are on this branch, dividing up loot.
I opened the window and yelled “get out! Get away! Scoot!”
Three monkeys gave me a slow look, their eyes were yellow.
The largest one gave me the bird, a sassy fellow.
A fat one waved my broken bracelet at me.
I stuck out my tongue at these butt-ugly three.
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