Monkey Brains

Where am I going?
I have firepower but no aim
I shoot into the darkness
So you best take care in this mess of sound I call poetry
No not wine
It’s for the lentils
A bean enzyme
It’s called ‘beano’
I wonder how many people have heard of cinnamon in their socks?
I give myself a little sprinkle every day
I started doing it to combat and prevent athletes foot after the bay leaves didn’t work so well
Little did I know that poetic farm workers are susceptible just as well
So now it just feels like a good safe preventative measure
It feels good having some cinnamon in your socks
Try it sometime
I put it in my shoes as well
I figure what kind of fungus would dare grow in the presence of this magical herb?
But like I said it just feels good
Why stop a good thing?
It keeps the smell away
It keeps ants away too,
Sprinkle some on the cracks in the wall and on the cob stove where they get into your little room
They will construct a tunnel through the cinnamon
Part the cinnamon sea!
But be persistent in blocking their roads through your cinnamon dusting
And sweep your floor
Do not get too confident
Just cinnamon
I look at her leg warmers propped up on the loveseat cushion
Boom
It all hits me at once
As if she was giving birth right there on the loveseat
She actually gave birth on the couch I was sitting on though
I wake up at one o clock this afternoon
Go out to the garden with a few swigs of coffee in my stomach and a smoke though my lungs
And plant about twenty four snow pea plants
All the time singing to myself
gate gate pāragate pārasamgate bodhi svāha
This hippy on the screen talking about astrology driving me half mad
Half drunk again
I shall finish my work in the morning I tell myself
I am climbing Harpo’s ladder
I should go inside and have a breath of laughing gas
Not sit here trimming grass
The family unit is coming off of the hinges it was never on
One more rum and coke so I can plead drunkenness
Doesn’t come close to insanity
But debilitated at least
I put cinnamon in my coffee too
I don’t know quite why besides that I like a bit of spice to the mix
But I feel it must be good for everything
I am primitively drawn to it
Why deny my monkey brain?
I am tired of this hippy dippy bullshit
Monkey brained scholars and monkey brained fools
Monkey brained cinnamon in your socks
Monkey brained astrology
I’m in the world
But I’m not of it
As the lost bird chirps
I am not of it
Chirp chirp
Please, I tried to help my cat eat you
(but I’m not of it)
Just keep chirping through the night
I am not of it
But keep chirping
Da da da...
I am not of it