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, July 6, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Carlene

The version I heard first had it that she
got drunk & wound up dancing on the tables
at T.G.I. Fridays. Then a strip tease
appeared in later versions. No one’s able
to verify these stories. Everyone
hears about it second or third hand
from someone who says he knows someone
who was there. I guess I understand
the urge to stain her reputation.
A small town beauty who refused live
out everybody else’s expectations
to marry a quarterback & pop out kids
ASAP then join the P.T.A…
Mostly they’re pissed because she got away.
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