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.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

12/16
Sonnets From Other Lives: Rex

Whatever that shit was it wasn’t X—
most likely crappy acid mixed with speed.
Sprawled out in the chill room—tweaking—Rex
could go for some peace, love, & harmony
to replace the ogre armies on the wall.
He struggles to concoct an avatar
to wade into the horde & slay them all
but all those visits to the open bar
have left him hella short of in control.
Plan B—he’ll focus solely on the drone—
C# major bass chord vibrating his soul—
until his girlfriend takes his sorry carcass home.
He’ll rehearse his lines in case somebody asks
--How was the party? --Dude that shit kicked ASS!
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