Antonia Wolf returns to Drunk Monkeys with the defiant poem "Destroy, She Said".
... now grows out a new life
with monstrous flesh-eating blossoms,
mutating to withstand
the most earth-shattering cataclysms.
Before you go see Star Wars: The Force Awakens, check out this Star Wars-inspired sonnet, about the big baddie himself, Darth Vader, from Andrew Pidoux.
Victims would swoon
like failed crops in his wake, while he lifted
barely a metal-boned finger. No moon
was safe from his sixth sense: he was gifted
with the Force.
POETRYBlack Tinselby Lana Bella
Lana Bella with the poem "Black Tinsel".
I'm still burning soft beneath the hems
of her wax-like breaths,
as if she has leaned close to my ear and roared.
POETRY28 Miles Per Hourby Patricia Walsh
Patricia Walsh with the poem "28 Miles Per Hour".
Orally dissatisfied, you move in like birth,
you chase orgasms like butterflies
POETRYIron Motherby Megan Merchant
Megan Merchant with the poem "Iron Mother".
I offer her a gift of snipped wildflowers from our land, frozen in glue.
If she holds it up to the light, she can see I picked them right before
they had a chance to bloom.
Antonia Wolf with the poem "Unbound".
I shall close my eyes
for retrograde passions and desires.
While the bodies divulge and degrade
O, glorious age of sluts and delinquents!
Andrew Pidoux returns with another sonnet from a galaxy far, far away - this time based on Han Solo.
if his so-called “hunk-of-junk” spaceship
weren’t retrofitted with warp drive to thwart
hulking Star Destroyers and give the slip
to Bounty Hunters, he and his hairy
co-pilot, Chewbacca, his only pal,
would have stood no chance against such scary
monsters as sarlaccs, exogorths, et al.
CLS Ferguson mines her time working at America's favorite buffet for a series of "Souplantation Poems".
Misspelled by many as “Soup Plantation,”
it’s actually one word,
one p,
not a plantation of soups.
POETRYJoyby William Lessard
In a world that grows more complicated, ugly, and violent each day, William Lessard offers you a simple peace in his poem, "Joy".
POETRYOne For Youby Erin McIntosh
Erin McIntosh with the lovely poem "One For You".
"how simple how
true how could i
not say
such a thing
to your face"