You can believe we all came from monkeys
like the ones outside my balcony door
sometimes they come in
when I forget to shut the door
monkeys don’t know to steal is to sin
and make off with my pen
and you haven’t lived
till armed with a pillow, you’ve chased a monkey out your door.
you can believe that we all came from a deity
then Adam and Eve
then you and me
looking up at the monkey in the tree
looking down on our balcony
watching you watching me
playing with fire playing with ash
smoking watching the monkey
bite off the ends of the pen
drive it into a coconut shell
and drink from the straw that had been my pen.
Evolution seems to take a step backwards
while man writes with his pen
and the monkey feeds from his.