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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, August 01, 2005

Story: shaft of light

twelve thirty seven monologues
shape of plate and melonballer
funny surmises at my signals
spent oranges or reductions
this minor character statistic
of intrigue & eros ethically
suspended from practice or experience
that room just before nine
morning language of closed doors
in a second, wait for a call
sketches from stage entrances
cups close together sideways
withdraw the trash bag
would he like it


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