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 29, 2010

8/29
here
under a ladder
third on a match
on Avenue Chat Noir...
while
these things don't
always catch one out
when the dropped shoe
lands on you
it's hard not to take it personally

far be it from me
to begrudge the urge
to succumb to the seduction
of connection
or even superstition

we want these things
& so they become our genius
& we can't abide the cruelty
of doubt before credulity

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