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.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Gino

Gino owned that he’d been acting surly
since his recent self-defenestration.
(Seems this girl’s parents came home early. )
It brought him scarily close to castration
by picket fence. He landed badly &
cracked his calcaneus. Now cast
in clichéd rom-com humiliation
& itchy neon plaster-- Just don’t ask—
he says, but it’s too late. The word is out.
Yo Romeo! You gotta pick a lower
balcony next time—the assholes shout.
& all Gino can do is limp & glower.
Note to self: Next you’re trying to get laid
take time to plan a better getaway.
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2 comments:

  1. roxieJanuary 16, 2012 at 2:56 PM

    Defenestration is my favorite form of execution! What a marvelous sonnet!

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  2. Patricia LichenMarch 15, 2012 at 7:41 PM

    Defenestration AND calcaneus! The monkey outdid himself on this one!

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