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.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Rose

For one summer Rose followed the Dead
with her boyfriend in his caravan.
Whirling with a thousand acid heads
ecstatically dancing to the band’s
relentless rhythmic beat machine,
she came to believe Jerry’s guitar
solos were oracles & she could read
them like astrologers read stars.
Once in Oakland in mid Franklin’s Tower
she started feeling all of the emotions
of everyone around her. Superpowers
have their downsides & the oceans
of feelings drove her from concerts & crowds.
She’s working as a psychotherapist now.

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