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, October 30, 2010

10/30
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Jackson                                                                           

Jackson rides the 6 Train—heads downtown—
tries to focus on The Razor’s Edge—
but he keeps imagining he’s looking down
from Chrysler Building’s highest ledge
wondering how far a person falls
before he finally figures how to fly.
He stares beyond the passing tunnel walls
and looks his own reflection in the eye.
The train pulls in & stops at Astor Place,
as it’s uptown counterpart pulls along side.
Looking into it, he sees her face
& falls into a wormhole freezing time.
Another universe lies in that look,
& both of them are reading the same book.

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