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, February 4, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Ernie

Just walk a mile in my shoes.
& while you’re at it you can wear my shirt.
Go ahead & put my pants on too.
So tell me how you feel now. Does it hurt?
Have I thanked you yet for the stigmata?
Did the dry cleaner send you a card?
Bloodstains put his kid through med school. Look I gotta
split now before somebody falls apart.
It’s all downhill from here on I’ve been told.
To bad because the view I got from here
depresses me & climbing’s getting old.
O I’ll shut up now & listen to you talk.
Gimme your shoes, OK? We’ll take a walk.

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