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.

Friday, July 29, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Daniel

Rattlesnake beside the highway. Dead.
I pull over, cut the engine, take a look.
A big one. Someone's tire took off its head,
not long ago. It's fresh enough I to cook
up. Meat is meat & rattlesnake ain't bad
so I toss it in the truck. My home’s no prize—
a garden patch, a trailer, & a shack
just outside Ukiah. I suppose some guys
got out of Nam unscathed--I wasn't one.
But then my Dad was kind enough to croak
with life insurance enough to buy the farm.
(The guys from the old squad would dig that joke)
I got a goat, a garden--I grow my own weed
& ask only that the world leave me in peace.
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