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Open Poetry #29

The Monkey Sleeps Tonight

Masked Intruder

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Near golden sunsets

0 posted 2003-11-13 04:30 AM

And we'll try again,
circles and circles in the blankets.
Mind racing behind eyes that close
but do not sleep.
And a monkey to listen to my prayers;
yes, I've been praying to someone.
Surprised?  Well, I am, too.

Nobody else listens, so I talk to no one.
But that's what breaking up is all about, right?
That's what you said.
Separate.  Take some time to ourselves.
You can have as much time to yourself as you want,
but I don't want any time alone.
Time is eating me alive,
almost as much as the loneliness.
Friends don't let friends drive drunk.
We've got that one covered.
But friends shouldn't let friends drown
in a concoction of confusion and waiting.

Breaking up is all about the sleepless nights;
the rambling stories on my keyboard
that fill the twenty hours between waking up
and passing out because I'm too exhausted
to stare any longer at the phone wondering
if I'm even allowed to call you;
or the vodka and oreos that drive me
insane and oblivious, either or,
for those twenty hours.

But as long as the monkey listens,
and the blankets don't strangle me,
I'll eventually make it into a strange
calm blackness that only holds me until
my mind triggers a memory of you to play
out behind closed eyes, where only waking
up can keep my sanity from cracking
and splitting that fraction of a part more
that would break me, maybe kill me.

Until then, the monkey sleeps...

pretending to listen.

Bad monkey.

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