[monkey Looks Down Lachrymating And Laughing] Poem by Aaron Eliad

[monkey Looks Down Lachrymating And Laughing]



Monkey looks down lachrymating and laughing
at a candied string of an angel offspring.
But he is looking down,
and his confines are very tight
where he might try and shake them.

Monkey's magnetic chaste witch attraction
disentangled precepts have grown bold,
the angel offspring thinks he's grown old.
But his eyes are only there to uphold
cyclists of sleep that run deep
from every corner,
feeling something cold and soothing..

Monkey wrote a song for you today
while he was sitting in his room.

Monkey broke his jaw for you;
found a bloody tooth and ripped it out.

Monkey waltzed with a giraffe
who had his face held back with a stool.

Monkey's eyes got darker in space,
like his cage
late in the day and well on the way
while feeling something inside him,
that was never there before.

Monkey waited, and prayed, and played
with all his family.
Monkey touched something warm and moving
bend the clouds and reach around.
Monkey's hands were made into happy articulations.

Monkey can take his clothes off.

Monkey heard a beautiful voice
that he would forget,
while being a monkey.
The light stared flawlessly,
and monkey licked his tail, and grabbed his angels,
and felt a great sadness.

Monkey woke up violently hemorrhaging.
The vomitus stained red from his aortian channels.
His skin falling off of his bones.

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