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, September 13, 2010

9/13
Sonnets From Other Lives: Wolfman

Wake n bake, dude. Fire up the long
established ritual hit on last night's roach.
Take a bootleg live Dead tape & put it on.
Some instant coffee. Bowl of Cherrios.
Sit out on the stoop--check out the chicks
waiting for the bus in little packs
Giggling & texting. Seems my dick
still gets ideas.  Too goddamn late for that
shit now.  Guess I've become an old fart joke.
I'll head for Gasworks Park to watch the day
pass me by & take another toke.
What was that thing we always used to say...?

The Kite Hill sundial marks the hours as I
float barely tethered here above the sky.
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