Monkeys, monkeys torturing my dreams in an uncontrollable cacophony of primal jungle banana eating. A deluge of peels, feces and partially eaten banana barrages those unlucky enough to perch underneath the branches where the primates dwell. Their howls crash through the tropical silence, unaware of the impending danger. Giant metal machines filled with uncaring men happy enough to have jobs to bring meager gains to their hungry waiting families, machines belching hot acid-filled smoke into the air choking those who come across the metal behemoth's path.
The jungle weeps...
(© Brian Kirsten 2005)
Posted by bkirsten at April 21, 2005 02:50 PM | |