Th Monkey Island....

have more time,
push, like waves on the sea
tickle the legs of the shore
find its pelvic bone
and worship it
like you're a monk for 100 years
still searching
for perfection,

time is like the sands of the shore
can you eat all of them?
have time, drink it and believe in its miracles
be impossible,
swallow the earth
and be that rumored monster
that swallowed the moon

be the impossible
have more time
and be someone else

ah, they will all believe you
and then put you
the first number
and you fool yourself
with all these elation

fool to fool, you create a link
a theater, that it, have peace
congratulate yourself

it is all these craze
to be popular...in that island
where you are king
and the rest of the monkeys
always say yes....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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