Moonshine the Monkey

mutilation of
blessed bounty

and they’ve started
waxin’ up the

congenital formation
amputations to fill in
doctor’s blanks-

inner gamblers swerve astray
fog rollin’ bones like
skipping stones
on boulders

off kitchen counter
hourglass shatters millions
‘cross the floor,

does it make your
moonshine monkey wanna
stomp and thrash about?

so, did you ever find
what your heart’s been
so full without?



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