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DRUNK MONKEYS IS A Literary Magazine and Film Blog founded in 2011 featuring short stories, flash fiction, poetry, film articles, movie reviews, and more

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POETRYLandscapeby William LessardWriter of the Month

POETRYLandscapeby William LessardWriter of the Month

William Lessard

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William Lessard has writing that has appeared or is forthcoming in McSweeney's, NPR, Prelude, Wired, Thought Catalog, People Holding, Drunk Monkeys, and Voicemail Poems. He won the first-annual "Bureaucratic Writing Contest" hosted by tNY.Press (formerly theNewerYork). He was recently accepted into the Ashbery Home School. 

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with her balding bedsheets, 
August’s bitch, strung up on the line
her feet are bleached roots
    azalea eyes,  blue from the acidic dirt of Panhandle drought

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A whole town:     armed to the teeth, 
                             arming themselves against my teeth. 
She-cat of Bladenboro, 
                              I’m here for your dogs, 
                              your sheep,         your sons,         your blood.   
                  You know who I am, boys. 

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your candle burns too brightly
never to find another flame to stoke it: 
your kindling is out there. 

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first of all, let’s talk sweet tea. Yankees joke about the secret being sugar—& it is, partly—but the real secret’s in the baking soda. it takes the bitterness out of the tea & makes the sweet taste sweeter. just like you should be to your husband. neutralize all the bitterness & just be sweet as Southern tea. & don’t squeeze them teabags. you know what I mean, girl. 

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people care
more about video games
on their cell phones
than cultivating empathy

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and the old hatreds
have risen up from under their rocks
where they’ve been hiding

taking a new form
they ooze like stale bile
flowing out of sewers

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POETRYTo the Guy With the Donald Trump Bumper Sticker on I-90 EastJohn GrochalskiWriter of the Month
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i can feel your populism from here
in the cool confines of the passenger seat

your window is up too
we both got the a/c blasting, bro

because they sure make america hot these days
caliente or kalinatuh i’d say, much to your chagrin

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POETRYThe Ex-PatJohn GrochalskiWriter of the Month
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everywhere i turn
the orange-faced bloviating billionaire
with bad hair and a small penis
tells me that he wants to make america great again
for its dying minority

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POETRYImagine Paul RyanJohn GrochalskiWriter of the Month
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in his d.c. office cum apartment
three miller lights into it
spit shinning his portrait of reagan for the third time
making the sign of the cross
a chunk of wisconsin cheese in his hand
after a hard day of obstructive legislative work

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POETRYA Sticky SituationDeanna PaulWriter of the Month
Deanna Paul
POETRYA Sticky SituationDeanna PaulWriter of the Month
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We caught her
100 Acres from the Woods
wearing white, a cotton dress
with porridge stains, raisins
and honey on her breath,
goose feathers almost disguised
by her long golden locks. 

Deanna Paul
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