Howler Monkey and Me

On his limb he disturbs the night with his bellows

And from this blog I do shake the limbs and hoot

relieved though public I am alone

and around the the world the hoots at the speed of light

yet no one is disturbed.

Though lonely am not alone

Thousand lonely monkeys are howling from the their keyboards

PJ

Perceiving, confronting, exhorting, retorting

contending, rending

The courage and clarity and speed of retort

PJ often speaks with staccato slaps

He tolerates no evil with himself

and seems surprised to find others

submerged in their self interest

he shreds their lame excuses like a terrier with a rat

with him I feel sluggish and slimy

reclining in my sty of self pity and doubt

seeking refuge from living

asleep on the sideline instead running the court

Dear GW please help me be more like PJ.

To the Great Whatever

Swirling twirling around and around

Dervish or devilish the thoughts abound

Full of wonder and Prone to blunder

he stumbles into the bright night

Scheming, dreaming and screaming

and gurgling with fright and delight.

The lonely monkey stands smiling and crying

A little afraid of not living and afraid not dying

"Won’t some one groom me"

the lonely monkey cries out to the Great Whatever

with and ancient tongue he does not understand.

This is the first prayer of the lonely monkey