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.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: The Girl of His Dream
She is not the girl of his dreams
per se. He would more accurately put
it that she was the girl of one dream.
One dream that had been inserting its foot
into the doorway of his consciousness
all too frequently these days. When in
this nearly petit mal state, he's distressed
that he can't even remember if or when
he even met her—in real life that is.
(He’d only barely met her that one time,but
something must have registered in his
alcoholically befuddled mind.
Will he ever really see the girl again?
His hands still feel the smoothness of her skin.
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