this is the sad coco
she is the weeping monkey
the sad coco is sad
she’s the saddest monkey ever
coco is sad enough
as to stay in a poem
or at least in this one here.
i call her and i tell her
coco, stay here, in.
she is shy and sad and she feels
her place is right in here,
in the poem, the coco poem.
this is the coco one.
which is sad as well.
which is sad as a well.
ah ah, says coco, reading.
hk hk, i say, writing.
isn’t it a deepweep well?
isn’t it so? yes, it is so.
is that all? oh,
no, let me add now that
i’m eating coco alive
swallowing the shitty shyness
and all the fucking sadness.
this was the coco poem
who never wrote to me.