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, March 23, 2011

ellipses

dreams of dreaming these gasoline dreams…
sentenced to life before busting out…
swimming like a salmon up mainstream…
hidden deep in these shadows of doubt…
so many strings of possibility…
algorithms replicate & loop…
Moments multiply reflexively…
changes calculate--divide--regroup…
now that you have set your head on fire…
now that the universes are synchronic…
now that both hands found & grasped the wires…
now that even chaos is ironic…
… party in the bars of purgatory.
…draft new permutations of the story.
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