I am sitting on a branch,
near the tree’s top, next to
a Capuchin monkey and
we are watching a man
wrestling an alligator. In
the distance an industrial
truck belches black smoke
as it nearly runs into a
very old man slowly crossing
the intersection. Then the
monkey says, Looks like the
dude’s got the alligator in
a choke hold. And I say,
The old guy barely made
it across the street. Then
the alligator gets free and
scurries away, but gets run
over by the truck. Shit, says
the monkey, then, I got a
job, working with a private
investigator. The monkey
peels a banana and hands
me a piece as I ask, Doing
what? The monkey looks me
in the eye and says, Help
solve crimes. I say, Sounds
like a TV show, and the
monkey replies, Yeah, very
much like a television show.
And we watch the old man
very slowly amble down the
street—until he is gone.
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Dunno about history and it's invention here, but a very surreal and entertaining little ride.
This story builds line upon line as if different people were asked to add the next piece they seem free floating thoughts each connected to the last in an absurd world where proximity is all that counts. It is clever in its construction presenting one thought per line as if each line is a lego brick all of different colors stacked and woven into a tower. The end does bring us back though and puts the last brick in place. Well done
Nicely said. Your poem explores the juxtaposition of the mundane and the absurd, highlighting the unpredictability of life and the often surreal nature of existence.
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