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, August 3, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Sam

People used to call him a go-getter.
So he went & got—grasping for something
more—something bigger—something better.
His life personified The American Dream—
the biggering-- the bettering--the owning.
He competed--powered through adversity--
franchised his inspirations--cloning
ideas into strip-malled ubiquity.
He had it all they said. Then the forgetting
started. He forgot that rules applied
to him. He forgot names. He was getting
lost. He didn’t know that deep inside,
his brain was disassembling like sieve.
Eventually he just forgot to live.
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