The orange monkey, stretching,
veins throbbing, pulling thistles
from the brutal tree, and death
is waiting, six souls, arms folded,
safety yellow, fluorescent, alarms
ready, massive Hole in street,
they’ve been working Hole
for weeks, and the black snakes
terrorize my lunch hour as I
wonder when they will be buried,
and when they are buried will
the monkey go on vacation so I can
live undisturbed and enjoy the people?
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#1 by Imke Rust on October 30, 2012 - 2:30 am
I so much enjoy your writing – thank you. i just wish i could pop in and take the time to read much more often!
#2 by Carl on October 31, 2012 - 9:01 pm
You are so kind to comment. It means a great deal to me.
#3 by Carl D'Agostino on November 6, 2012 - 6:00 pm
Unfortunately they are the people.
#4 by ryantyrl on November 13, 2012 - 7:47 pm
Really liked this!
#5 by Carl on November 13, 2012 - 9:04 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate it.