a million monkeys

i am like
a million monkeys
on a million

taken-apart typewriters

my life spins on a polished floor,
pinball whizzing
old, new, forgotten

reaching upwards,
curling downwards

a million monkeys
every year a good song
and a lot
of broken keys.

7 Jan. ’10 – Chado


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