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.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Les


--What say you & me step outside &
discuss our business without all this crowd.
--Sure, Les
—Dumbass answers with a side-
long glance around the room. –Am I allowed
to finish my drink first?
Les gives him one
of his fisheye looks—the one that shrivels
guy’s nuts nearly as deftly as a gun
in the face. –Alright Dumbass, your drivel
& worthless bullshit is worth waiting for.
I’ve waited weeks to have this conversation.
Now I don’t have to look for you no more,
I intend to resolve this situation
once and for all. Dumbass I know you know
what happens when you don’t pay what you owe.

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