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, October 18, 2010

10/18
Sonnets From Other Lives: James

By agreement their relationship is open.
Both of them are given a free pass.
But James is having such a hard time coping
with those bitches always sniffing 'round Tim's ass.
Why are they all so fucking predatory?
These days he feels all paranoid and shitty.
Three drinks & he'll start in at being sorry
he fell so hard for a boy so goddamn pretty.
These days he looks like such a fucking hag.
He really needs to get back to the gym,
 'cause honey, it's hard work being a fag--
hard to keep and hold a hot boyfriend like Tim.
What is the magic word that he can say
that will posses him without driving him away?
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