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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Friday, July 23, 2004

In Media Res- 2

to call the dealer’s bluff
i unceremoniously choked
agape with cotton mouth
so said nothing
well within my rights
to follow you or not
through the coming-of-age
we are unfamous rock stars
as lacking in mystery
as Al Capone’s vault
always in the mood for new
places to get paid
settling for nowhere
when it became my turn


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