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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Starve a Cold

what dead arrives my sleep
kidnapped dream they tell me
grandma this is red rover
stymied by medications
and a last nights affront
to books of self-possession
for a warrior uncomplicated
this buddha of the food chain
it was my roomate’s album
with crossdressers who serve
answers in film noir voiceovers
stolen with children’s blankets
i never want to see them again
it was the road to recovery

1 Comments:

Blogger V.A.E. said...

sounds like you went on a little trip. ;)

3:13 AM  

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