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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Friday, January 12, 2007

The Wrong Question

there’s no choosing pills
with adult names for ground zero
behind unconsidered memorandums
with a shift or two in commute
i could kill us all
but that was the nineties
an analgesic of our occupations
they could still end badly
at night in our blood treaties
wiped off enemy constellations
all it takes is sand and indians
with negotiations in girl talk
to recognize as our prospects

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