Funky Monkey

I change my mind again today

as often happens

unnoticed and noticed again;

I get moments of the bird flawk

all altruistic and s**t

 

but honestly,

it’s hard to care.

Sat out back

behind funky monkey's 

last night listening to some

college kids talking about

how the one time

molly had the rasta hat

kid talking to the car

Wheel.  

The same way,

cousins and uncles and

fathers and mothers

and neighbors do

because it’s easier

to take snapshots

and let them pile

up in the back pocket

until you have that

nicely faded out

square that says,

"stuff me, this is where I belong."

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes it does really get to where the memories are cool to take out and look at...we stick our lives in our back pocket for safekeeping...because what is past still seems important, when what is now we don't give a rat's butt about...apathy is all over the place today...it's different than it was back in my younger days..
and when we get deep reflective moments, we realize we are in the minority.

[ChemicalMadness]

i liked your distinctive voice here....salinger-esque, i suppose...you always do such a great job of transporting us into someone's head, someone's where...

CM.