King Kong was climbing the Empire State Building.
As a bunch of airplanes buzzed him.
He continued to the top.
Pounded on his chest, slipped , and fell.
Impaling himself on the torch of the statue of liberty.
The Chrysler Building eerily reflected the yellow light of the sunset.
The Hindenburg flew by in the yellow light like a giant banana
making the whole King Kong thing now into a spectacle.
I looked up while, clasping my mother’s hand tightly.
She looked down at me and smiled.
It was a sad smile, but it looked pretty just the same with her red lipstick.
A single tear was on her cheek.
This scared me.
We both knew that the world was coming to an end.
She bent down in her high heels and heavy winter coat and hugged me.
And said the only thing she knew would comfort me.
“Someday the space monkeys will return.”
Return of the Space Monkeys
One day the space monkeys will return in their rocket ships.
But I’ll be ready.
I’ve been preparing.
I’ve been hoarding and storing bananas everywhere.
I had a walk-in freezer installed in my home. Filled it with bananas.
I added on a spare bedroom. Filled it with bananas.
I bought the house next door. Filled it with bananas.
When the space monkeys land and their leaders march up
to greet me the top monkey will say:
Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just happy to see me.
I will bow my head and reply:
I looked up while clasping my mother’s hand tightly
she looked down at me and smiled
it was a sad smile
but it looked pretty just the same with her red lipstick
a single tear was on her cheek
this scared me
we both knew that the world was coming to an end
she bent down in her high heels and heavy winter coat
and hugged me
and said something to try to comfort me
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 the only thing that even gives you hope of surviving
is sharing that uncertainty with someone you love