Like monkeys in the rain
Sometimes
There is
A line
And you don't
Know what it
Means
Whilst at
The same time
Understanding it
Perfectly
And it is
Lines like these
That we
Should puzzle over
Unpick
Turn around
Dissect
Chew upon
And rebuild
It is lines
Like these
Which are
Carousels
In our brains
Helter-skelters
In our minds
This is the oil
To the rusty
Clockwork
In that dusty
Space
That sometimes
We choose
To ignore
Avoid
Forget
To spring clean
As though nothing else
Matters
Like
Monkeys in
The rain
