What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Monday, August 2, 2010

8/1
the Samsa Virus & me

so
this morning I woke
up & found myself
morphed into a cockroach again

crap

in my dreams
I have mastery
over gravity

still
a day's a day
& I can face
the pain of skin
straining against carapace
so far so good--right?

at night
there is no hurt
except disappointment

it's been said
this exoskeleton
will be shed
at some indeterminate future

& that at some point I--
bewinged-- might
finally fly
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