Saturday, October 8, 2016

My Zoo

My monkey whispers in my ear
As a black dog stares at me
Silently, from the corner of my room
If I look, it disappears -- but I know
I know, that black dog is there
The things the monkey says
Makes no or little sense
Just disjointed words strung together
In anticipation of suspense
My shark like thoughts keep swimming
In the muddy waters of my mind
Forward, but in circles
If they stop, I will drown
In some little corner of me
There is a bear cub, hibernating
Soft fur, hard nails and teeth
This machine is simply waiting
And the sloth in me
Oh what to talk of him
That crazy smile on his face
And the slow regard of violent things
It watches the zoo of me
With a promise in his eyes

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