there's a monkey on my bed
jumping from corner to corner
squirreling away all my dreams
some unpassported foreigner

this prehensile tale could
wait until the daylight
instead, I light the lamp
and scratch the pad tonight

fumbling glasses, searching pen
trying to convey mindful bits
caught in presleep's branches
before monkey flits and I forget

it always seems to be like this
eyes closed, trying not to think
primed primate moves my mind
incessantly adding a missing link

well aware from past experience
of what the monkey will take away
and hide among lush floral jungle
I write quickly what I hope to say

tomorrow, or soon, though maybe never
I'll pick up this scrape of note
to decipher what I meant last night
and continue what the monkey wrote

© agoodguy2have 2011-06-02