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, November 20, 2010

11/20
Sonnets From Other Lives: Trent

& it came to pass that he would be called Trent.
Mother was so down with Nine Inch Nails
& heroin for that matter—she went
& chased that dragon all the way to Hell.
The first family taught him to love the Lord.
The second barely knew that he was there.
With the third he’d started to get bored
& by the fourth he didn’t even care.
The odds for happy endings would diminish
with every time the caseworkers would call
& every move led closer to a finish-
line that shaped itself into a fall
from a grace so less than amazing--
a life lived as an existential hazing.
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