Friday, May 19, 2006

The Monkey King

It’s a good day, but I sense it’s the last as life as I know it. I’m sitting in my spot, high above the camp overlooking my happy tribe. But I am uneasy, and not feeling as content as I do usually. Then I see him in the distance. This time he is not alone, he has five other ruffians with him. They move with fierce intent, building up their confidence along the way. Knocking over and challenging everything in their path--and they're moving rapidly and without pause.

My adrenaline is peaked and I put on a show of dominance as they arrive. But I am older now, and my display has left me a little exhausted. He has challenged me several times before and failed, but this day he is determined. He is young, strong, and relentless. Everyone watches in awe and horror. I am defeated within minutes and outcast into the jungle.

I’m shaking now. I peer through the leaves from afar and see him sitting in my spot, overlooking my tribe. The five hoodlums are already ravishing my daughters. Then my favorite wife comes up to him, bends over and offers him her posterior as a gesture of total submission. This is his reward. This is what he lived and fought for. What he was born to achieve. My other wives line up and follow suit. Like a string of harlots bowing down to the jungle while he samples them from behind.

Oh, what’s this dripping from my eyes? It’s clouding my vision. Everything is a watery blur and I can no longer see the terrible scene through the leaves. I’m still shaking. I feel numb and alone. I think of my mother who dreamed of me becoming King. But did she know this day would come? She had to.


If only I was smart enough to make a gun, then I would have had a fighting chance. But then, they would make guns too. Maybe I could have made something stronger like a bomb or a nuclear bomb! And just have made more bombs then they could. Then I would still be King.

I am alone, but not. Something is there with me, embracing me, healing me--but what? Who is out there watching me? How is he penetrating my soul with such loving warmth? My eyes fill with water again. But I hear the birds singing. I see some bananas and a clear flowing stream. I am so thirsty. There is life all around me. I see a path through the jungle, no doubt paved by a herd of elephants. If only I were smart enough to make a motor bike. Then I could ride the path and see where it takes me. That would be fun.

16 comments:

RocksAndChairs said...

i had no idea monkeys led such fucked up lives.

poor things

blah said...

am i drunk right now reading this and i don't know it??????

Vince said...

rock--They're used to it, it's in their genes. The mother monkey got to stay with the tribe, but only on the outskirts. No communication. No one to pick her lice. Only table scrapes to feed on...Humans go through a similar pattern too, if you hadn't noticed, but we're used to it too--still in our genes too.

Hottie--You know literature is good when it leaves you not knowing if your coming or going.

Mama Mouse said...

This is wonderful at several different levels! I'm glad I stopped by and read it, and some of your other entries! I'll be back!

Steve said...

I found the monkey king for you:

http://www.break.com/index/monkeypunch19.html

Vince said...

mama mouse—Thanks for stopping by and the great comment! I call it the "layer cake" style of writing. You know, with multiple meanings/levels. I did not expect anyone to notice the levels, you know given the nature of casual blog reading. I'd say you are extremely observant, analytical and really enjoy reading. I count around 14 hidden, subtle messages in The Monkey King if really analyzed. I’ll be checking out your blog too!

Steve—LOL with that Monkey Punch, I had to watch all the videos man. Why are there so many monkey videos on that site anyway?

Mone said...

There is always someone watching you, even if you dont see it.
Sometimes you just can feel an Angel ;)

Gun-Toting Liberal said...

"Who is out there watching me?"

DOOD! Haven't you been watching the nooz? The President and the GOP controlled Government is watching/wiretapping/data mining ya ;-)

'Bout TIME you got back to work, bro... lol

ME said...

Jungles? Countries? Families? Positions? Possesions? Beliefs? Just exactly what are we referring to here man, I am merely a general thinker and need help sometimes. (AZ, did I know you read this blog?? hmm...yet another thing!! Girl you are such a mystery!)

Erin O'Brien said...

I love you and everything you stand for.

Vince said...

mone--That explains the sensation I get that someone's rubbing up against me. I just hope my Angel is a female...

GTL--No, they stopped watching me after I installed all those Bush repellants (Hillary posters.)

me--Exactly! BTW, I thought you and AZ were the same girl. You know, split personality thing...

erin--Sounds good. But it reminds me too much of Renee Zellweger's line in the movie 'Jerry Mcguire'.

jungle jane said...

Okay Vince this computer game is taking you wayyyy over the edge. time to step away and do something healthy like jogging.

Vince said...

Jane--Thanks, but no worries. Really. I'm in total control, very well balanced. I allocate time for jogging, and riding my motor bike, and reading your blog. My life is a leisure. The computer is simply an extension of my brain.

ME said...

Did you really??? I could only hope to aspire to the great woman she is! Seriously, we should be related. Only we can't be. I have blue eyes and she has green

Vince said...

me--yeah really, in more ways than two...You both have body part photo icons for one. Hey, you never can tell--I know sibblings with blue/green eye combos. And Hazel/brown combos too!

ME said...

well, I was just being a smart ass about the eye color, but maybe just to help, i'll get permission to post a pic of my eyes as my icon for a while so people can tell us apart..