monkeys on trains

way way back in the good old 70s, i went to an alternative university outsíde of grand rapids michigan.
basically the last remaining hippies on earth were there...sighing their last hippy sighs and having their last hippy thoughts
i was one of them
one time while sitting atop our hippy chicken coop without any chickens...i had the hippy idea that i was more related to the apes than most people
i am hairy to the extreme...come watch me shower one day....you won`t believe the body hair
i am also pretty damn impulsive...and hey....aren`t apes hairy and impulsive?
i was trying to impress the woman i was sitting atop the chicken coop with
my hippy ape theory and for some reason...instead of being scared to death of me as most people would
she insisted that she was an almost ape too
she really wanted to be as hippy weird as i was
god..i shouldve started a cult...my powers of persuasion ...wow
anyhows...there were all kinds of weirdos at the last hippy school in the midwest
will...his name was will..he had this idea that he would reach nirvana..if he could dream of his left hand
maybe there is something written somewhere..i promise to google it
but for now....will stared at his left hand for like 30 minutes every night before sleeping
and of course he never dreamed of his left hand
last night i dreamed i had written something... a poem? story? song?
i really don`t know what
but the line was
monkeys on trains
i woke up a few times...twice to pee and once to make sure my baba was real
i was soo scared of forgetting monkeys in trains
i didn`t
i remembered it
and my hippy days
i am getting closer to nirvana
and i guess
i guess that monkeys on trains
was what i was supposed to write about today