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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.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Jimmy G

Word was that Jimmy G was quite the rounder
in the months when he come back from war.
That all ended (he said) when he found her.
Told Krissy he didn’t need wild times no more
but then you know one thing led to another.
The mill shut down & that didn’t help none.
Krissy said she wasn’t ‘bout to be his mother
as Jimmy fell back to havin’ his fun
in roadhouses & honky tonks & bars
& towns all up & down the interstate.
He made a few bucks fixin’ up old cars
but spent it all carousin’ until late
night early morning. It was kinda sad. He
weren’t worth shit—just like his own daddy.

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