Monkhood by Humphrey King
In Dreams
magical, memorable & barely meaningful
social structures will eventually
break any wall to pieces…
I climb three dilapidated flights of stairs
and walk to the end of a long narrow corridor
to knock on a small yellow door… where nobody
ever is home… there is a hole in the middle
of the ocean… as I open my window
our terraces fill with smoke… God is with me as we go…
-Humphrey King
I pay tribute to Humphrey’s opulence; richly meaningful words, humbly digested.