Please refer to my post @ https://ifeelshadows.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/my-idyllic-village-experience/ for a background to the story.
Time to walk the open streets of poetry
Though many preferring safety-sheds and lookouts.
However, the monkey struts in it
Having mastery of arts,
And immune from trial in court.
The wisdom of the Creator.
The beauty of art.
Is the writer just a creator of words,
Bored with the very essence?
And, knowing there is no end to words,
Shouldn’t there be enough to go round?
(Give hear, you unemployed ones!)
And, now, some will say:
Some writers have command of the literal world.
And after the elaborate journey into literal insanity,
Won’t the mad poet get bored?
(Wonder if his rants are not considered insults
To the job description of the writer.)
Won’t he then do what he knows best
-Thinking and writing like one who loves monkey soup!