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.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

10/28
Sonnets From Other Lives: Shelly

 Shelly has had one horrific day.
She decides she owes herself a bath.
Once home, she pours a glass of chardonnay,
turns the water on & does the math:
Take the morning traffic jam that made her late
to work & add the crash of her computer,
plus the diner with the forty minute wait,
times that meeting with her boss, (she'd like to shoot her).

She lights aromatherapeutic candles,
fills the tub & takes a sip of wine.
It's Austin time--the Bennet family scandals
will supplant the petty bullshit on her mind.
A perfect moment? Alas, here's the rub:
She dropped her fucking Kindle in the tub.
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2 comments:

  1. Pat LichenOctober 28, 2010 at 9:12 PM

    Please write 365 of these and publish a book.
    I'll buy it.

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  2. P. A .HofmannNovember 3, 2010 at 8:09 PM

    Sorry to wait to reply--I'm not used to people commenting here. 365? Oy. I'll do what I can.

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