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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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fighting the power, eating cheese and hoping for another minute with you

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Three vitamins...bit and red
and covered in my puke lay
before me undigested
minerals in there too
like copper and iron
nickel and manganese like
manga comicbooks drenched
in backwards thinking
yellow and short stereotypical
imperious fatuous
and sexual deviance.

We dopeslap mutter underbreath, "Thank you,
thank you so much for
my health."

then the green tea despair and life
anti-oxidents, riboflavin, caffeine
and tender greens heartburn scoffing
(coffee, coffee, coffee cakes and
roasted not toasted beans) what does
alligator mean here in snowstorms
here in liberty-land. Here in lies and golden domes?

it's all so disconnected, these drugs
one-a-day it says
multi-vitamin is says
75 tablets it says.
just shy of a 1/5th of a year.

I see it all from here, the dream of imortality
of pent up immorality, hard cocked
hoping for harder and the convertible
the bimbo, the mother-figure wrapped in a red silky thong,
the prostitute, the nun, the daughter
in each horse pill pharmacy stamped to lure me
back to an annual physical.

the stethoscope against my stomach
phone ringing, angels kicking stones
roughage lettuce bran flakes, long walks
along the rocky beach she says,
"Fried Clams!" her hair blows in the seabreeze
cranberry juice all over the place or
blood. Dying slowly so slowly that's me
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