Infinite Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys short poem

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the Ouija board is brand new
the table just dusted
an aggressive scent of lemon
burning nostrils so everyone’s sniffing
like they’d just lost a relative

five hands around the planchette
sweaty fingertips and bit cuticles
connected up to skeptical minds
just waiting for a dose of the Profound
a dimming of the bright summer sun

they have no overture in mind
no spirit bait beyond their own souls
sitting close and recycling breath
until someone asks aloud,
was Shakespeare a real person

the indicator begins to move
zigzagging across the alphabet
then into the margins of the plastic board:
they watch but cannot retain
whatever knowledge the spirits impart

time blurs then the trance breaks
when the street light switches on outside.
lightning bugs have drifted into still air
and a lone hound bays
far to the south sounding a ululating note

verily they know no new truth,
of that they agree, so thinkest they’ve been rooked
by an artless lewdster such is Fate
lost a whole turn of the day
with no story to tell save a new lust for poesy

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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