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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Friday, September 15, 2006

Stabilized Ruin Prison Blues

for the Union Grand

when lines in a memory play
you write the legend
& know this bottle neck
in the nose of history
this is the inside
we fashion blue lights
painted in slick tunnels
for the balsamic wardrobe
this house, a constant waver
besmirched beneath our bandanas
we've got you now
in silence of the narrator
it was the orange juice
fire, come on fire

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