"A Disease"
The monkey man's got a disease on T.V.
Suffering from Bell's Palsy.
A troubadour's mind.
Lightened at the speed of sound.
In a twilight's new verse.
Not at all terse.
In what appear to be the funeral dirge.
An electrical shock's surge.
Words not spoken but heard.
By those few who can listen.
The calling shooting stars glisten.
Everything will be to seem.
Nothing is heard by a scream.
Not too soon to be eating a strawberry moon.
With a plastic spoon.
On a beach's sand dune.
In late June.
By Jonathan Billet
10.15.2014
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