Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
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MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
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January 31
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*************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption by Stephen King *************************** WARNING: I like to noodle. can't resist. and once is never enough either. ***************************

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DECEMBER 21, 2012 5:46PM

I am the fool

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once hypnotized by the sun

a fool believed ease was at hand

never one to question

having flown so many times

from open windows and doors

at speeds greater than any

of the many voices 

hard and the sound of years 

and the crack of a whip over and over

until the body bent

in so many unusual ways

 

ah but there is nothing to be done

one must work 

and hold fast illusions

even those swept by clouds and blue skies

do not look at the rawness of my hands

 at the bleeding skin of roughened trees

 

floating upwards

smiling in warm

extraneous

breeze

 

I am the fool

I am obsolete

nothing at all

simple food and raw flesh

an embarrassment to the world

 

oh! so suddenly gone

feeble frozen and grey

dead roots hot glued to the living

and glad of it 

 

 

 

 

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I keep reading this over and what it says changes with each read...
Yet the world would be a poorer place without us, no? I like to think so; after all, where would angels be without fools to tread on. As Mark Twain said, "Let us be thankful for the fools; without them the rest of us could not succeed."

The meek may inherit the earth but the fool already resides in paradise.
thank you!

I'd have commented sooner, but it's hellish getting in here now, isn't it?

Merry Christmas!
I got in! A lovely poem. I read it to be about getting old. We can just hope to stay relevant, huh.