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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.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Lindi

You know that guy that came from marketing?
The new guy with the piercing in his ear?
Notice how when he’s working he will sing
along with his headphones? Know what I hear?
He used to date his supervisor? You know Colleen?
Gawd--she has to be what? 35?
Like nobody noticed? Know what I mean?
You think that’s why he transferred? You think I
should chat him up? Worm out the scoop?
It isn’t like I’m nosy? It’s just I think
that he might be the kind of little poop
who’s love life makes the whole department stink?
(Barbara’s yearning to make a connection
ends every sentence with rising inflection)
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