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DRUNK MONKEYS IS A Literary Magazine and Film Blog founded in 2011 featuring short stories, flash fiction, poetry, film articles, movie reviews, and more

Editor-in-chief KOLLEEN CARNEY-HOEPFNEr

managing editor

chris pruitt

founding editor matthew guerrero

POETRYThe Passionate Fuckboy to His LoveJade Hurter

Drunk Monkeys
Poetry

Photo by Francisco Moreno on Unsplash

Come chill with me and watch a show
Tonight, whenever, I don't know;
We'll listen to the new J. Cole,
And I will judge your nipple mole

And you can sit upon my cock,
And I will not take off my socks
Hang on, I need to take this call;
The boys are gathered at the bar

And I will feed you vodka shots,
And tell you all your friends are hot;
Just don’t ask me what this is,
For I’m not ready to commit

And I will cum upon the sheets
And roll over and fall asleep,
And you may listen to me snore,
And leave your jeans upon my floor

So if you want to fuck real quick,
And if you're down to suck my dick
And pay for your own Uber home,
Then chill with me, and watch a show.

Jade Hurter is the author of the chapbook Slut Songs (Hyacinth Girl Press, 2017). She was a finalist in the 2016 Tennessee Williams Poetry Contest, judged by Yusef Komunyakaa, and her recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Columbia Poetry Review, Menacing Hedge, Tinderbox, Passages North, New South, and elsewhere.

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POETRY / The Oncelers / Austin Sanchez-Moran

He made it possible. He was formerly a fabulist. 
He was faceless, but he was ugly, graceless 
and he made everything disappear.  

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POETRY / Rubik's Cube / M. Benjamin Thorne

aligning 
as fingers 
deftly dance 

on checkered 
smooth plastic 
disco stage 

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POETRY / Darkness, Stillness: After All of Us Strangers, 2023 / David Hanlon

Adam’s countenance: beer cask-heavy 
his eyes: glazed shallots 
his smile: a split itself 

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POETRY / Bob Ross Making Minimalist Art / Kurt Cole Eidsvig

Now take away the need 
for moisture and the deteriorating  
qualities of autumn. The veins   

and stems will release as well.  
Take away the release. Take  
away the seasons.

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POETRY / Jetlag is a choice. / Julia Rapp

When Taylor Swift was at the gym in Japan  
she watched the muscled back of a man   

moving up and down a heavy machine 
made by other heavy machines for men.   

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POETRY / I was terrified as a kid / Victoria Nordlund

of spontaneous human combustion,  
of pictures with the Cherry Hill Mall Santa, 
of a stapler after getting my wrist stuck to my teacher’s green bulletin board, 

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POETRY / Very Delta EP: #%|{<?€*¥ Are You Alone In This Universe Like Me? / Andrew Ketcham

and on the tv 
a drag queen 
sharing her recipe 
for sun tea  

asks us if we want to  
watch her take a break 
and we take a break   

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POETRY / On the Border of Blaine, 1980’s / Zebulon Huset

Honeywell closed their Minnesota plant quietly
and the addition of warning stickers on album covers
would save the children along with D.A.R.E., Nancy
and Tipper directing the conversation, for some reason.

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POETRY / Childhood / Lina Buividavičiūtė

I read, I traveled, I, Lina, thief’s daughter, a discarded toy by the campfire 
at night, my planets – burned by sparks, 
burned by coincidences, in my eyelashes – stalagmites of ashes. 

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POETRY / You Still Owe Me a Dance / Marissa Glover

Because Phil Collins is for fools and old ladies.  
Because the ocean’s too wide a body of water  
for a commando to cross alone. Because gentlemen  
never kiss and tell, and soldiers never share  
their kill count. Because you teach the meaning  
of words like ‘amorous’ and ‘varnish’ and ‘leave.’  

POETRYZika and Loose ChangeBeth Gordon

POETRYSodom, SodomKen Been
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