The Wild Monkey

The Wild Monkey

A Poem by Brett Hernan




Most people
usually
only just do
what is
normal.

Or,
at least,
what is
normal
to them.

This is not
an animal
that
sought
to lick
the spilled
sugar from
the sides
of the road.

It is,
a,
disregarded now,
discarded, without
realisation, former

child's,

stuffed,
soft-toy,

monkey
doll.

Run over,

and soaked,
in old

grease
and
dirt.













© 2017 Brett Hernan


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

71 Views
Added on September 4, 2017
Last Updated on September 4, 2017

Author

Brett Hernan
Brett Hernan

Hobart, Tasmania, Australia



About
Low-resolution sample only. Born 1968. All of the images accompanying each of these written works are my own. (Except that one of the guy putting a flower into a soldier's rifle barrel!) more..

Writing