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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, December 30, 2004

The Happy Genius of My Row Home

in my room at night
on gray woolen blankets
it is time to build a fort
of typewriter parts
to stave the winter
and there make observances
of my life here in this colony
and its generations
in a song beginning with moans
prologue with slow promise
sweet and natural in my bed
i abandon all study
of myself without light
who is to say?


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