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, December 14, 2010

12/14
Sonnets From Other Lives: Omega


here he is the last human left standing
in the ruins of that debacle that once was
a failed experiment in understanding
the particle theories of dust to dust—
we thought that we were in control—
he muses from his home under the rubble—
we were so clever --we thought as we stole
the future from ourselves—we were untroubled
by the cloud of devastation in our wake—
living off the land’s obesity—
ever ready to reach out & take
everything--it came to us too easily


he wonders at his wonder & surprise
to learn a thing is empty once sucked dry

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