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Little MonkeyLittle Monkey
little monkey in a tree
wondering when summer will return
missing the lush green grass
wondering where the fruit is hiding
wanting to swing from limb to limb
knowing now the ice would make him fall
hating the coldness of the wind
and there is no shelter at all
no where to run and no where to hide
but knowing the time will come
when once again summer arrives
he scratches his head and thinks to himself
again summer will arrive
and never again will I fly
super saver seat on any discount line
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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