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, April 20, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Dean’s Advice

Why’d you have to tell her she was wrong?
So she was--so what? You needed that last word
so bad? OK--it is a stupid song.
You can think it--just don’t say it. Der!
Text her right away. Apologize.
Play it like the whole thing is your fault.
Look at her with your Sad Puppy eyes
& wait her out. Eventually she’ll call.
Just avoid being an asshole for three days
& she’ll get all nostalgic for your good side.
Then you can go back to your evil ways.
Trust me. Everything will be alright.
But having said all that I find it kinda scary
that you’d fall for someone who likes Katy Perry.

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