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, September 7, 2010

9/7
Sonnets From Other Lives: Abel

This midtown fare will mark the day's first trip.
A Chinese man bound for the lower east side.
who pays with squared-off blue-nailed fingertips.
Congenital heart defect.  I give a ride
to a yellow tinged cirrhotic alcoholic.
Today I think it will be getting hot.
New York in summer can make me nostalgic
for Harare-- market days.... Ah but I'm not
so welcome in Mugabe's paradise.
A white man in a wheelchair hails me.  Says,
"Thanks. Six other cabs just drove on by."
The Avenue of the Americas...
I ponder, Which diagnosis best fits me?
Physician? Chauffeur? Exile? Refugee?
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