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, July 8, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Gary

The kid next to him in the first class section
slouches down & boots up a computer.
His headphones are an implicit rejection
of Gary’s small talk overtures. Commuters
in first class will usually provide
him with some pre-takeoff diversion
(Gary is a nervous although frequent flier)
but this kid’s absolute immersion
in his screen has left Gary stranded in the air
above America alone. He sneaks a look
at the kid’s screen, but what he finds there
is not a shoot up game or an e- book
but inscrutable graphs & dials—funny.
Kid says—I make beats & beats makes me the money.

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