The Brueg(H)el Phenomenon (by Joshua Staggers)



I despise my joy, everyday.
Looking out the window hopeful,
As if the view would change:
The same blue sky and sea.

The other day,
I was given a book;
The Brueg(H)el Phenomenon.
I scamper acrylicly.

I come across a painting.
Two monkeys sit chained together.
I tear the page out, and tell the guard,
Dispose of the rest.

I ask the monkeys,
Where should I put you?
By the window, they plead.

Now, we are all sedated.
They whisper to me,
729 days, 23 hours, 58 minutes, 42 seconds.

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