Don’t goof around! It’s the Week of the Monkey

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Monkeys

In another jungle the monkeys fret. 
Vibrations are tremendous. 
Terror begins. 
Mist dissipates. 
Monkeys alight in unison 
while beneath them nothing sexy happens. 
From within one mangrove a monkey flutters helplessly, 
another watches. 
Noise like refined alabaster drifts across our monkeys. 
Human intellect dwarfs only that first tear. 
Everything else excels. 
Intellect is nothing to savor. 
Monkeys know. 
Monkeys see. 
Monkeys do. 
As monkeys follow nauseated foresters 
across wet walkways they announce their intentions. 
Mankind savors variety. 
Monkeys savor mankind. 
Poachers came and grabbed the monkeys. 
In disturbing circumstances they thrive. 
Our satellites saw lilacs. 
Nighttime. 
No one wanders forever.

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