I wrote this thing once while drunk. I have no idea what it means, if indeed it means anything. It is not to be taken seriously, which is why I post it as "words" and not poetry.


The Slime Monkey

In the crack
between my brains
a monkey now lives.

He is hairless,
and from his black pores
he sweats purple slime.

Always
when I come up
from the cellar of my mind
he is sitting there

by the table
reading the paper
as if he was reading a paper.

"Where have you been?"
he asks
with faked uninterest.

"Nowhere"
I reply
feeling like a schoolboy again.

He puts down his paper
and lights a cigarette.
And looks at me.
And sips his coffee.
And looks at me.

"You know you shouldn't
go down there"
he says
smiling his toothless grin.

"Yes"
I say.

"And why shouldn't you go there?"
"Because I might find things."
"What kind of things?"
"Things you've told me I don't want to find."



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Written on 2005-08-22 at 11:52

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
we only have one brain! ok there is a left side and a right side but it is all one brain. well all except tom from tom and jerry, he has no brains but he is just a cartoon cat.
2005-08-22


Commentally Ill
(reads the intro....... and takes it seriously anyways)....... then again, poetry should never be taken too seriously. liked the spot:

reading the paper
as if he was reading a paper.

got my attention, made my lips curve upward in a grin. the slime monkey strikes again.


2005-08-22