Monkey Presses Delete
Monkey loves walking behind the gorillas.
He loves to see fear in faces,
tears in eyes as the gorillas smash
and grab and break down doors.
The gorillas break and enter:
and when they do,
monkey simply points
and the gorillas do their thing:
it’s that simple …
Monkey has a code word
that he took from his computer course.
“Delete!” he says with delight
and the gorillas delete
whatever he points to.
Monkey loves burning other people’s books.
He loves deleting parents in front of children,
and deleting children in front of their parents
can be just as exciting.
The delete button thrills monkey:
maneuvering the mouse
tightens his scrotum
and he feels a kick like a baby’s
at the bottom of his belly
as he carefully selects his victim
and “Delete!”
The gorillas go into action:
ten, twenty, thirty, fifty, seventy
years of existence
deleted with a gesture
and the click of an index finger
pointed like a gun.
This poem is from my book Monkey Temple. It is available on Amazon.
Almost prophetic (thinking about the situation in the States)
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It really goes back to the late 1930’s in Europe. The Black Shirts, Brown Shirts, Blue Shirts … it’s so easy to pull a trigger …
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Way to go, Roger. Good to see you back.
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I’ll be posting regular voice recordings from now on. Plus lots of old poetry, hopefully with links. See you tomorrow at The Second Cup.
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