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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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angry

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let me rush
let me ride
let me grasp at straws
and hope for dreams undreamt
in the tall grasses by the riverside
lets dance
lets sing
lets pray together for a tempest
a violent angry storm
to rip out the soul of the land
and leave it raw and ragged
leaves ripped red and yellow and orange
and a bit too soon from the branches
let me scream
let me laugh
let me grab you by the arm
and force myself upon you
unbidden
and in terrorizing anger, let me smile
let go..and walk away..gently
but you know
you know with all your heart that just as easily
you could be cold and wet and lost
on some cobblestone street
or at the bottom of some canal
or floating skyward
playing harps
let me tell you something, sweet
let me love you
let me turn to you
let me turn from you
and walk forever into darkness
lit only by the only mistress I'll ever have
her pale cool light embracing me
naked
in a pine wood filled with large gray stones
let me tell you
let me dream
let me eat from the table
let me drink from the cup
that you saved for someone who would be true
while you know
while we know
that I am lies and angry howling at the moon
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