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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.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

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Sonnets From Other Lives: Mab

Let’s hand the painted room off to the night,
to shadows & to your imagination.
The amber ambience of the night light
& your mind’s eye’s iris’s dilations
open new doors to your REMs
as you inress into wondrous strange
states where gravity is optional &
things appear familiar yet changed
by memory & your free firing neurons
‘til at light you wake with vague nostalgia…
Would you could remember where you’d gone--
but morning funk, miasma & cephalgia
have set your memory on overwrite
& you’ve forgotten--you were out with me last night.
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