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, July 29, 2010

7/29

out walking
the imagination

(that that's still
functional after
extended subjugation
to a monetized
corporate zeitgeist)

aesthetically pleasing
locales are nice--
a coastal track,
an Olmsted park--
but track home
ticky tack
can suffice--
the real work
is inside:

the bubbling battles
of ego & id--
freeing hid-
en connexions--
neologistic dictions--
the algebra of rhymes--
& buried fictions--
metaphorical reflections
in mirrored time

live to amuse a muse
& ye may find yourself gifted
with something you can use
once the lid is lifted
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