Lucas+J.

Electric Monkey, Anonymous
 We bought an electric monkey, experimenting rather recklessly with funds carefully gathered since grandfather's time for the purchase of a steam monkey.

We had either, by this time, the choice of an electric or gas monkey.

The steam monkey is no longer being made, said the monkey merchant.

But the family always planned on a steam monkey.

Well, said the monkey merchant, just as the wind-up monkey gave way to the steam monkey, the steam monkey has given way to the gas and electric monkeys.

Is that like the grandfather clock being replaced by the grandchild clock ?

Sort of, said the monkey merchant.

So we bought the electric monkey, and plugged its umbilical cord into the wall.

The smoke coming out of its fur told us something was wrong.

We had electrocuted the family monkey. 

An Eastern Ballad, //Allen Ginsberg//
 I speak of love that comes to mind: The moon is faithful, although blind ; She moves in thought she cannot speak. Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep , The earth so dark ; so long my sleep, I have become another child. I wake to see the world go wild.



May, //Sarah Teasdale//
 The wind is tossing the lilacs , The new leaves laugh in the sun , And the petals fall on the orchard wall , But for me the spring is done. Beneath the apple blossoms I go a wintry way, For love that smiled in April, is false to me in May.