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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.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Alvy

I think I’m coming down with anhedonia.
It feels like my soul is going numb.
I thought it was just Southern California
but then I find that nearly everyone
I know’s been struck with the same malady--
that everything we loved has gotten old.
Could it be our cultural neoteny
has left us rootless & out in the cold
existential wasteland of our lives
unattached & so above it all?
I think something’s the matter with my eyes.
I think I might be headed for a fall.
Maybe what I need is a vacation--
or maybe I should change my medication.
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