On the side of the beer can,
a monkey with three tufts of hair,
nostrils like a colon rotated by 90,
and one eye larger than the other
– so large it looks like a planet –
stands with hands on his hips.
His ears look like coffee mug handles,
the elbows are angular
and the belly looks like
a B-shaped bullet tore out his entrails.
He has no lips.
Did the artist forget to put them there?
Or am I seeing it from the wrong angle?
No, I’m not drunk enough.
Not yet.
Grains of thought 