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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in Release the Hounds

seducing myself

...

my head reeks of you
the thick scent of your lush hair
twirls around
my frontal lobe
my parietal lobe
my cortex

the penguin says,
"peck it out
peck it out"
or maybe
"scrah pah raah
scrah pah raah"

his pointy beak
his beady eyes
beastly against all the minions of God.

the holy words are spoken,
"I am the monkey
the monkey!
that is I!

these fingers
these thumbs
these nose hairs

I AM THE MONKEY!"

my tongue looks like you
the shape of your hips
curving around
my taste buds
my teeth
my uvula

the penguin says,
"peck it out
peck it out"

his black suit
shining in antarctic cold
his orange feet
tapping the beat on my icey soul

the holy words are spoken again,
"I am the monkey!
the monkey
THAT is i!

these toes
these ankles
these boils on my ass

I am the monkey!"

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