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.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Virg

He’d kept up with the horn long after high school
jazz band--not well mind you--but still playing--
mostly for himself--laying out cool
lines of lazy blues. So watch him swaying
to Bird who’s ripping up his radio
as the old car rumbles through the prairie night--
grooving on the way the man can go
into time itself & somehow fight
his way back out again alive (Bird Lives!)
He’ll need own that record just to hear
the song over & over ‘til it gives
up a few good secrets & his ear
can lead him to the Bird that he can be
(minus all that virtuosity

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