The Monkey Man

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would jump jump down my chest

And onto my arm

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would slither on my wrist

And run a running gash

Just as the weather

The monkey man

Would plop plop plop down the floor

I sit here watching drops of my blood

I sit here watching my life ebb away 

I wouldn't move 

My eyes would move

"Catch catch catch"

"Catch the monkey man"

Just as the weather

Would beat down the horizon

My eyes would fall 

Upon the floor

And the floor would catch 

My beaten eyes

My colden gaze

Just as the weather

Would turn 

So cold cold cold

-

Chandni Girija 

Day 03 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | Global Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo #napowrimo2026