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.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Emil

Did I say it didn’t used t’be this way?
That sounds stupid—I mean never is
is it? I know that time brings things to change
& now it looks like I changed into this
shabby piece of work you see before you.
Naw—I know in most ways I ain’t bad.
Tried t’do the best that I could do
with whatever meager talents that I had.
Didn’t see this comin tho’ no way.
Wasn’t all ambitious—no—but still
a body can’t look forward to a day
when just bein alive can make you ill
but there it is & there I am as well.
Ain’t no heaven but leastways it ain’t hell

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