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.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Greg

So he’s the boyfriend now—he’s pretty sure.
She takes his calls—they go out twice a week.
He thinks she’s into him—he’s into her--
but he’s worried—afraid that she’s a freak.
It’s just that they keep running into exes.
They’re everywhere & it’s creeping him out
It’s like she’s dated everyone in Texas--
or Austin anyway & he’s about
had it with the endless introductions.
--This is Autie—we met at SMU.
--We used to call Chris Mister Seduction.
He just stands there—not sure what to do.
He’s paralyzed—see she is really pretty.
Maybe they just need a bigger city

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