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.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

8/7
a house not abandoned--
only empty & unused

confused--what is
expected? will there be a test?
the mysteries of ingress...

but the key is found
in the place
these things are always hidden--&
once bade--twice bidden
I go in

students of nervous & endrocrine
mysteries--
mental & experimental
know well the Ardaean rites--
ancient as life--are always
enacted in sacred places
(making every place sacred)

the angiospermal
reminders come with spring--
sing the air's own arias--
flying things know this
& so we fly--

dendrites dance
& spasm with joy
to see one instant
of eternity
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