downtown I’m surrounding
by walking talking monkeys that
laugh and smoke cigarettes.
Heading to work or friends or coffee
or drink
someone’s clothed these damn monkeys
let them loose, wild in the streets
to prey upon each other and fling shit
one of them is trying to sell me Pakistani
jewelry
“no thanks, I don’t need monkey jewelry”
I know a secret way to the top
of the second highest building
and I take it.
and looking over the edge
all the monkeys look like
Ants Now!
Jon Edward Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ants-now/
