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.

Friday, December 3, 2010

12/3
Sonnets From Other Lives: Hector

He’s starting to grok relativity.
This meeting won’t approach the speed of light—
it’s slowed time so that Hector’s thinking he
might actually begin to mummify.
While someone tries to shift a paradigm,
Hector’s ass is starting to go numb.
The clock implies that for the moment time
has frozen like his petrifying bum.
Hector—desperate for some diversion
begins to systematically undress
selected female coworkers. Perversion
he hopes will speed up time—that is unless
his input’s asked for & all that he has
is an analysis of Marci Norman’s ass.
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