Fun Monkey

The monkey is fun to talk to
when he hops off my back
to shoot the breeze
and chew the fat.
I cannot smoke the peace
pipe now, my tribe is at war
with the monkey; he doesn’t
care, he wants utter control.
He would just shrug at my death.
I like to make him laugh.
It makes my back slippery.
Eventually, he will slide
away and dissolve.
He will never die, but if
I can remember this awkward groping,
this disconnectedness,
this mortal fatalism,
I can use the emotions as a club
to keep him off of me.
But still, he’s fun to talk to.

never-turn-your-back-on-monkeys

(from bellaxthree.com)

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About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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One Response to Fun Monkey

  1. PT says:

    Interesting poem – I love monkeys! I recently fulfilled a bucket list dream of mine and got to hold one on an island – here’s my picture – http://pinktankscuba.com/who-is-pt/

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