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.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

11/2
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Nigel

What if everything’s a metaphor?
Nigel asked himself the other day.
I mean, I know I’m walking through this door,
but are there more symbolic layers yet in play?
Had he not slept through his whole freshman year
he might have heard of Plato & his cave,
but the funnest part of ignorance is your
elation at discoveries you make.
What does this sidewalk mean? Wherefore this bus?
Perhaps they’re allegorical alienation?
Is my life a metaphor?  Are all of us
just archetypes of god’s imagination?

Note:  Let MacArthur grant officials know that I
am a genius at philosophy when high.
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