The Monkey House - by Debbie

(Word prompt: "Monkey")
It creeps me out,
the Monkey House.

It's not the smell
or the din of their cries
in the cramped and humid space.

It's the way the one
in the corner stares at me
behind the bars,
with the eyes of
a trapped child.

Monkey - by Rand (for Russell Edson, with a touch of James Tate on the side)

Haven't we said enough
about monkeys?

Not to say that there
isn't a lot to talk about

it's just that we've already
said so much -- too much

Whether we're teaching
apes to write poems or

trading in the family's
old steam monkey for the

more stylish electric model
or dressing them up in space

suits I'm just saying that I'm
damn sick of ape every night.