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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.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Jen & Jeri

Face it girl, the dude’s a total ‘bag.
This time you gotta finally face the facts.
These things happen--I know—it’s a drag,
but when has that guy ever made eye contact
with your actual eyes & not your tits?
Jeri blows her nose as Jen rants on.
Then the bastard turns around & hits
on me! Your BFF! That is SO wrong!
Jen flags the waitress, orders margaritas,
Two more Grandes --pronto por favor!
Gotta pee—Jeri says rising from her seat— a
bit unsteadily, Just this one more
& then I gotta get myself back home
& start getting used to being there alone.
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