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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

White Space

when at last sane purchase
obscures as it torches
for you, they say this sings
all evidence to the contrary
settles down into my position
preposition to the stars
complete with lyric demands
that has to be done
this is illegible theater
swank brewery on the left side
catching my lost bandmates
this entrance not for everybody
corpsed in historical scenes
found work in signs of gods


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