poet Derek R. Audette

Derek R. Audette

Alive In The House Of The Monkey King

Alive in the house of the monkey king,
whilst the trumpets moan
and a buffet is set before me,
whilst virgins tend to my needs
and menservants satisfy my whims.
I can no longer exist in the real world,
the world of the mundane,
the world of man,
of lies,
of arrogance,
the world of torture
and deceit.
In that world
I am death,
I am sorrow
with a deafened ear
and blunted brow,
with a blinded eye
and blighted mind,
with a callous spirit
infected with compliance,
diseased with complacency.
In that world I am death,
a douser of flame,
a destroyer of light.
In that world I am
death.
But I shall always remain
alive
in the house of the monkey king.



Copyright (C) MMIV (2004)

Poem Submitted: Friday, October 22, 2004

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  • Joseph Tosches (11/17/2009 11:20:00 AM)

    Wow man, this was spectacular. I dont know what compeled me to randomly type in Monkey King under search, but damn... glad i did. Great job!

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  • Tom Foster (10/26/2004 10:09:00 AM)

    Derek,
    I won't comment on all your poems but all are strong.
    I run a readinmg in S.D.
    If you ever get down this way let me know, I'd love to give you a featured spot
    Anyway
    Tom

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