Shadowless Gun

cellery

CLICK ON IMAGE TO ENLARGE

I’m no longer afraid of my shadow.

Not since I moved to the dark side of the moon.

Where there are no shadows.

 

It’s like the way a single piece of celery

scares you when you’re on a diet.

 

It is precisely at such a moment that you realize

just how alone you are in the universe.

You can feel your soul crack from the loneliness.

 

And you can find no comfort even in your Maori tattoos.

 

You are still left to cry yourself to sleep at night,

as the beanbag chair in which you sleep is filled

with the broken glass of chandeliers.

Also, some barbed wire and stuffed porcupines.

 

Amen.

 

 

emonkey2

About the Author Monkey Electric

Were drugs involved?

Monkey: Eeek!

Would you like to address the “vegetarian” rumors?

Monkey: Eeek! Eeek!

If you had a message toward the betterment of mankind what would it be?

Monkey: Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek! Eeek!

Where would you get an egg beater that big?!!

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s