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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Bob’s Your Uncle

it’s the delusion that worries
our instant calendar shares
that hopes in distance
water is the ultimate act
brooms its way over us
in a surround of theater
that is not for everyone
secret tapping monologues
this is a declaration of violence
this nutshell over the fence
& this is a blind study
that could answer or question
the last raise of an arm
a cause that carves on walls

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

Naked Ladies in My Inbox

to Verizon and the NSA

to government agencies listening:
this is nefarious work at hand
my inbox is compliant and replies
across the male conversation
classified & we cannot comment
or even concern accuracy
with all the common senses
this is a craig’s list entry
these new applicable statutes
hiding from gunmen
like a new public education
stalking arthur miller plays
still awaiting adjudication
my first amendment memories

Wednesday, May 03, 2006


perhaps it’s negotiation
visits like past in dickens
that stitches & cuts
if it’s to be enough
when no one believes in time
but fights seasons anyhow
i am on the el train home
and it should be springtime
this cracking wind romances
i like my coffee like my women
dark, bitter & better in morning
only strangers look lost
along statues on the parkway
looking for just one sign
to say help is on its way