THE MONKEY
i’ll just open it
to let it know
i still care
amazing stories
stumping conclusions
all part of the chaos
as a means
to an end
let me pack up tight
the last of it
to smoke
and drift
into summer
it’s going to be surf
again
it’s going to be brothers
not seen for too long
it’s going to be something
at least
in the minimum
conclusive
with my new friend
she’s a prize
but doesn’t quite
believe in me yet
she comes and goes
insert joke here…
shoelei
or shoelet?
stinky feet
must be all the concrete
under foot
this road doesn’t only fork
because it’s a tree
with many branches
hmm?
guess it’s good
i’m a monkey
and i swing
that’s for sure
though we did at least
grab that vine
a number of times
we know it from the rest
all of us
with our individual pieces
can reconstruct this tower
it’s time
to put it all back together again
then i rewound
to the point i lost it
erased that which didn’t
rewrote that which should’ve
written itself into reality
then after the lies kept coming
i identified as such
it was such a pattern
that only sought to stab my core
i realized it
and said no more
fucking hell
wash your feet
for the ever loving something of an untrue
shit
goddamn
get off your ass
and jam!
of course i do
i just said to don’t know who
in relation to what?
you ask
well, then
foreign or not
voice inside my head
as you’re part of it
you already know
who
and the candidate qualifies
yes
hurts
ain’t easy
breaking everything down everyday
my tattoos are only visible to some
just like it should be
can’t help it
can’t help anything
just the way i’m guessing
it must be
it all went right to my eye
the good one
not the right, the left
teared it
yep
watered it
but of course
it cleared some things up
so then when…
so then when it all comes crashing again
it reminds of lessons learned
lessons revisited
and the same message
reconfiguring
to be heard
with that deafening sound
WHO IS CAPTAIN B?
Captain B. Seafarer. Lover of shore leave. Collector of heads. Disseminator of tales. Twitter: @NPeligeiro