(empty head.)

i got nothing for you today
you might as well leave now
there’s no words of wisdom
no witty stories or clever anecdotes
it’s just dust and air up there
it’s an unimportant february the ninth
never ever admit you’re bored
never let anyone know you’re bored
well, that is just too damn bad
because i am bored

this is a laundry day
one to sleep off
run mundane errands
make phone calls to bill collectors
watch b movies by myself in dirty pajamas
i couldn’t bring myself to be interesting

i’m sorry
i warned you
there’s nothing here
i could dance for you i suppose
like those monkeys in the circus
with their stupid cymbals
uncomfortable in their stupid hats
god, it would suck to be that monkey
if you’re a monkey you don’t even get paid
you just get bruised-up bananas
for dancing for the masses
always expected to smile your monkey smile
and retire at the end of it all
to your tiny monkey trailer
where you lie down in your tiny monkey bed
and turn off your tiny monkey light
and dream about the space monkeys
floating amongst the stars endlessly
far away from the shit show
and the mindless audience


READ 02.10, DAY 10 OF 02.2013

02.2013 is a twenty-eight day project chronicling my february of 2013 through poetry. to read the entries from the beginning CLICK HERE

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

15 thoughts on “02.09”

  1. Lol

    ..i have quite the time trying to post frequently too…i just tried this challene out this month with u in feb and have already fallen off the bandwagon. Oh welll…at least your still postin”

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