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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, April 15, 2012

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Sonnets From Other Lives: de Marco

Saw two young dudes sitting in the back
of the bus. Dressed in their best mall punk attire.
Now kids wear Hot Topic in Iraq,
they’re stoned to death & maybe set on fire.
Three tours, a metal leg, a TBI,
I catch myself now & then thinking, Damn!
4000 something U.S. dudes just died
so Iraq can get nostalgic for Saddam?
Had another interview today.
Don’t think I was quite what they expected.
They weren’t hiring machine gunners anyway,
so I expect my application was rejected.
Army strong, right? As in how much can you take
of this shit before you finally break?
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