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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, February 26, 2007

Abuse Like Beauty

it beats waiting tables
suddenly our positions terminate
with immigration aliases
& score this magazine beat
that some untraded colonial power
speaks to in spanish fleets
that the soul exits bodily
or a perfume called noblese oblige
in every carpenter’s hall
promises of dirty martinis
in glorious summer back in beirut
when daddy can medicate this
today i’ll collect ceramics
to say nothing of symptoms


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