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.

Friday, October 1, 2010

10/1
Sonnets From Other Lives : Bree & Dylan

Their eyes lock from across the crowded room.
She likes his t-shirt. (Vintage Sonic Youth)
A change of plans. (He was leaving soon.
The band was pretty lame to tell the truth.)
He's thinking 'bout that one song from The Streets:
"If she plays with her hair she's prob'ly keen..."
She's tapping on her beer can to the beat.
He's not exactly certain what that means.
The conversation borders intimate.
(Yelling mouth to ear over the bass.)
She thinks he's cute.  He thinks she's kinda hot.
(Not that he's invited to her place.)
He likes her sense of irony--her look--
He so is going to friend her on Facebook.

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