monkey do

it’s a poem’s favorite thing to do
look for the hairiest palm tree
obtrusely buried in the sand
because naked ones are less easy

and soft poles are easier to climb, c’mon,
every monkey’s uncle knows this
as every hand that plucks pizzas
over yellow bananas knows it too

to be real there’s a monkey named Austin
here on the page and it’s not a playground
for lovely words like caress or cleave
although there could be room for that

a poem isn’t totally useless if
it has something to hold onto:
a banana, a slice of pepporoni pizza,
a hairy palm tree in plain sight 

monkey leaves the page coconutty 
leaves it up to you to discover,
to touch, to feel, to ingest, to
sling your own shit around

::

for Real Toads

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17 thoughts on “monkey do

  1. Oh, Heavens. I freakin’ love this.
    “a poem isn’t totally useless if
    it has something to hold onto:
    a banana, a slice of pepporoni pizza,
    a hairy palm tree in plain sight”

    And all that slinging. 😉 YES.

      1. i get about 5 words in and stop. another one of those periods where I contemplate closing down the blog for good…. then again napowrimo is in 3 days… maybe i’ll find a wellspring? dunno

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