The monkey astronaut looked back at me
As I stared at it with strange glee
I could still see the hands that drew it
Even while sitting in a room so badly lit
The monkey astronaut had seen it all
The jumping, the dancing and the fall
A night where glasses were never empty
Where good and ghastly jokes were plenty
The monkey astronaut had heard it all
The howling, the laughter & the brawl
As the lights went from blue, to green, to red
A memory where sadness had truly been dead
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
