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.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

7/20

hidden pictures

northern portrait:
alaska in winter--
"bon (h)iver" calls
the deerhunter...

.."let paper figures take
final spins over the
painted hills so
phosphorescent
plants & animals--
fleet foxes & caribou may
say hi &
spoon
over
speck mountain in
the broken west"

who knew
the quiet ones--
the very sexuals
washed out?

we were promised jetpacks just
as cymbals eat guitars
& twin tigers throw me...

...the statue sucker's
systems officer searches
new faces in
the midnight masses
on the human highway
of loveland


(lacking anything profound to say,
the writer buries the names of
30 relatively obscure pop bands
into a facsimile of a poem)




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