Given up on bottle tops
Given up on wooden toys
Given up on matchsticks
And given up on stamps
Counting and counting
I am discovering
Every single species
Of monkey in the world
My new direction
My new collection
My new obsession
My new predilection
Bring me the head of
Every dead monkey
Bring me the head of
Every murdered ape
Shape their mouths
Open wide their eyes
Flare their nostrils
Moulding monkey masks
Looks of horror
Looks of terror
Looks of laughter
Looks of murder
The heads of monkeys
Suspended from ropes
Staring, still stare
From my whitened walls
Be my monkey, please
3 days ago
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3 comments:
Do they have hats?
This poem is freaking me out slightly.
Could you lend us a monkey?
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