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.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

8/15
Sonnet

"What's on the tube?" "You know, the usual dreck."
"I'm goin' surfin'. Hand me the remote.
Check it out--on Fox it's time for Beck."
"I'm not near high enough to watch that goat-
-blowing psychopathic asshole now."
"Oooo look: close ups of greasy fast food meat!"
"These ads that show me what's inside a cow
are just killing my desire to ever eat."
"We could watch D-list Celebs & Donald Trump,
or Skanks & Morons of the Jersey Shore,
or The Morbidly Obese Reduce their Rumps..."
"Doesn't anyone hire writers anymore?!?!?"
"But, dude, without Reality TV
we might catch on
to what's been done
to our reality."
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  1. P. A .HofmannAugust 16, 2010 at 4:22 PM

    Yesterday was all poetic-y so I wanted to mess with the form--just 2 dudes chillin in iambic pentameter

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