in the rain,
the rain,
yes, again, the rain,
i drove,
in gray, tremulous rain,
to find plum wine
with which to warm
my belly and my soul,
and in the rain,
headlights dancing
on the bumper before me,
a smudge monkey
peered from the dust,
its long arms reaching
for the curb...
and freedom...
but only for an instant,
before it sank again,
covered by the intensity
and animosity
of the rain.
my wine awaits.
i have no time
to mourn.
6 comments:
Why do I love this as intensely as I do???? I want to reach into this poem and pull the smudge monkey to safety and take it home with me.
Ha! This really happened. The truck in front of me had dirt on its tailgate in the shape of a monkey with really long arms. The words "smudge monkey" immediately popped into my head. I was thinking Smudge Monkeys would be a great name for a band!
Great name for a band, yes! Or title for your next somewhat surreal poetry collection/ ;o)
Ah, yes, that would be a great title for my next book. Thanks for the idea!
I love how this came about,,,and I now can't get 'Smudge Monkey and the Georgia Prophets', out of my head..(band name?:))
i like!!
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