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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Prepared Mind

my floor is breaking up
and it's been long enough
wierd that this speechless
might never meet again
to a night already
devoted to stairs
to recognize this crowd
from another mother
left with an itching
cold turkey is cruel
comes amplified Guns-n-Roses
'cause it worked on Noriega
whose to say i'm not the
happy dictator of my household

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Making a Go

this is the only war
to chuck norris this action
headhigh in desire of cows
a flink marches to movies
that mothers protest
for its objects and violence
are chronicled in the vulva
in prime numbers
unedited to fit the scream
thousands strongarm in to
melt this guilt of privilege
it’s cake you want them
swallowing every stone after
the last atari of the game

Friday, January 06, 2006

Breathable Gasses

pooches in mad sneers
tea time calling
our medium incisors
two hands seriously
taken in life as fact
old growth formality
this offrhymed beast
swamp creature elegance
like witchcraft calls
on the inbreath
light continents move
to the cooking channel
yodel their way
in prophylactic elegy

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Not All Hatches Are Meant for Escape

cures talk to one another
like particles in black
pickups bent in space
this technology falls
apologetically in the west
for capitals with one
title themselves in guilt
with or without you
grains or stones weigh
seasonal, affected and
craves unusual
bondage in parlances
hard science forsakes
for single, honest action