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.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

10/13
Sonnets From Other Lives : TJ

What if your pursuit of happiness
encroaches on your life & liberty?
In his cell TJ will ponder this
& the mystery of just how he could be
so stupid as to rip off his supplier
& then suck all of that product up his nose.
This frying pan is bad--but shit--the fire?
They'll cap his ass now wherever he goes.
Things are cool for now here in the joint.
No one knows him.  He's nobody's bitch.
No one so far has stood up to point
him out, Yo--that asshole's a snitch!

Three weeks--six days, and then they let him go.
Jesus--he could really use some blow.
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  1. P. A .HofmannOctober 13, 2010 at 7:37 PM

    I was thinking about reversing the narrative--as the you read through the story each event you encounter happened before the one preceding it instead of after. I'll take another shot at it sometime (pun intended)

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