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.

Monday, August 30, 2010

8/30
As the food supply
upon which we rely is
a copyrighted monocultured
all too shallow
gene pool of virtual
Irish potatoes,
I have to wonder
how it all will fair
in the Brave New Climate
we are building.

Will we
in our sagacious obesity--
(with tens or thousands
of monatized compounds
dancing in our DNA)--
dredge wisdom enough
to yank the needles
from our greedy veins
in time?

& if not--then when
the sky goes dark
who will build
the fucking ark?
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