Kyle Hemmings

i can’t pick you off the floor again
you’re too heavy for the sky
i’m too low for my boots
my invisible monkeys
{you see
have me wrapped around
these strange days
chewing gum
waiting between
a city of thought-stuck primates
hating themselves in mirrors
as if the first time.

so please stop falling
& don’t get up
i appreciated the life
in trees
the flashback of distant lightning {
but i could be getting laid
in a third story asbestos jungle
& then forgetting
my name
& my howler mama
who couldn’t cook spaghetti
for a sinkhole
& a broken nut.

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on November 19, 2012, in Kyle Hemmings, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. More nuts and bolts for the monkey wrench, from Kyle.

    Read INVISIBLE MONKEYS #16 here:

  2. An eye opening private privy poem with a monkey on the backs of primitive primordial primates.

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