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, November 23, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Jerimiah

He’s positive his negativity
has driven her away, as he well knew
it would, because eventually
it always does. So why does he do
this? Sabotage relationships?
It’s just that he keeps noticing things &
he can’t keep his mouth shut. It slips
out. The flaw. The fault. The failure. Then
everybody’s beautiful illusions
burst like overfilled birthday balloons.
He’s come to the uncomfortable conclusion
he’s a drag to be around. He’s out of tune
with this culture with all that positive thinking
people do to hide the truth. We are all sinking.
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