Wednesday, May 9, 2012

eating the monkey's hands

you are
the president of space
hanging on a star
black like me

you move like a sonic ranger
with your mannequin presence
it isn't hard to imagine
the outcome of most situations

we are barely in heaven
but i know what you want
i know what you want
take the ashes off

the polaroid flashes
against your bionic cheeks
your smile on the paper
and the earth underneath


theflowersays said...

glad the monkey is eating while I get out the duster...hmmm that was my first thought ???...second thought is....why does your poetry make me stay up at night ?!! :-) thanks alot bob - ughhh..

Christina said...
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Magpie said...

i like this one. it rhymes