Jonathan Chen, is a senior at the University of San Diego. He currently writes a column for the school newspaper. He sent the Monkey the following poems. The Monkey said, and I quote, “Go Man, GO!”.<\/p>\n
PLAYER<\/strong><\/p>\n I can’t live without you You won’t die for her as you awaken This can not be happening He considers the option of self-denial He feels like a second-rated magician Opaque smoke and odorless stench fill the air in the light of total despair<\/p>\n Luckily,<\/p>\n he discovers his Buddha nature<\/p>\n Sometimes I stare, Worries were no more than I try to think, MARGRITTE’S PAINTINGS<\/strong><\/p>\n His heart and when the seashell wept All the failed attempts The diary calls for a rewrite<\/p>\n Surrealistic paintings Realism, EVIL TWIN BROTHER<\/strong><\/p>\n At the entrance of hell I find myself laughing, The get the wrong guy, With a sweet smile B-RATED MOVIE<\/strong><\/p>\n The film director in the beret tells you The choice is yours<\/p>\n Microwave stardom The choice is yours<\/p>\n People volunteer for medical experiments The choice is yours<\/p>\n The psychic frauds charge The choice is yours<\/p>\n In your dreams everybody wears rubber CLOCK The ridiculously diverse menu The unknown of the universe We look up at the constellation of the sky VISION<\/strong><\/p>\n Some character from Dickens They invite you to eat living flesh.<\/p>\n Despite the popular opinion At the end you finally notice GILIGAN’S ISLAND<\/strong><\/p>\n People who refuse to believe their own senses are particularly fond of But your attention is drawn to the fact If they show the re-run one more time BRING ME YET ANOTHER SCOTCH<\/strong><\/p>\n The blue lake is as cool as your eyes<\/p>\n While the limit is the sky Van Gough never lived long enough A prodigy To be good Jonathan Chen, is a senior at the University of San Diego. He currently writes a column for the school newspaper. He sent the Monkey the following poems. The Monkey said, and I quote, “Go Man, GO!”. PLAYER I can’t live without you you said with a sickening yet earnest expression You won’t die for her … <\/p>\n
\nyou said
\nwith a sickening yet earnest expression<\/p>\n
\nNo way, you said<\/p>\n
\nshe has a knife pressed against your throat Damn, you said<\/p>\n
\nthe angels you never believed
\nhave taken command<\/p>\n
\nLOLITA
\n<\/strong>
\nWhile in bed
\nhe seems discombobulated
\nthat she keeps repeating an unfamiliar name<\/p>\n
\nand ponder
\nwith the thought of cold-blooded murder<\/p>\n
\ntrapped in an authentic straight-jacket<\/p>\n
\nNOSTALGIA<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nat the dusty trophies
\nThe innocent times,
\nare of distant memory<\/p>\n
\nan occasional pimple
\nand catching the bus on time<\/p>\n
\nbut Freud, Shopenhaur, and Nietsche
\nargue constantly
\nin a cacophany
\ntick tick tick tick tick tick,
\nHi, I’m Ed Bradly
\nand I’m Andy Rooney
\nTonight,
\nwe expose the real truth of penile implants.<\/p>\n
\na barren, deserted land<\/p>\n
\nhe wept with it.<\/p>\n
\nto seduce with the cliches.<\/p>\n
\nnow seem to connect with his stream of consciousness<\/p>\n
\nis the only means to the end.<\/p>\n
\nMy twin brother
\nSeems a bit too innocent.<\/p>\n
\nuncontrollably.<\/p>\n
\nrepeatedly.<\/p>\n
\nI look just like him,
\nalmost magically.<\/p>\n
\nthat all this is for the sake of art
\nHe touches you only the way you touch yourself,
\nthey are expecting answers<\/p>\n
\nor doomed obscurity<\/p>\n
\nsolely to claim some “dead presidents”<\/p>\n
\n$4.95 the first minute
\n$2.95 each additional minute<\/p>\n
\nthe photographer couldn’t stop the shutter
\nThe non-English speaking immigrant working at the drive-through shouts
\nthe check out time is noon
\nsir,
\nthe choice is yours<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>
\nThe muffled voice of the drive-through clown
\nhas the effect
\nof making folks hyperventilate<\/p>\n
\ncauses us to excessively contemplate<\/p>\n
\nwith total disregard to our feelings
\ntake away time,
\nat the most inconvenient moment.<\/p>\n
\nand without shame but pride
\nbelieve that we are making something magnificent
\nfrom our everyday, trivial lives.<\/p>\n
\nask you to join them.<\/p>\n
\nyou’d rather not do this.<\/p>\n
\nthat you should have read the Cliff’s Notes.<\/p>\n
\nthe curses of too much wisdom.<\/p>\n
\nthat you have changed your name to boredom.<\/p>\n
\nI swear I am going to die.<\/p>\n
\nyou can’t help but wonder why<\/p>\n
\nto enjoy his 15 minutes of overdue fame.<\/p>\n
\nain’t worth a dime
\nas long as he sings, dances, and breathes.<\/p>\n
\nthe devil says,
\nyou should think about suicide.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"