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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Oreo Smiling Bar Blues

of course, my occupation theme
today it’s that bryant gumble
obligation of lending practices
in seasons with working mares
under snake oils & electrolytes
a good mesopotamian sketch
deserves the smile of manifest
destiny when a car door locks
we hide to keep our capitalism
& get distracted by the colon
it’s called good medicine
to triangulate problem children
left in sacrifice, my chickens
it’s the kibosh of my real time

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Coyote’s Lunch

blake was a family entheogen
so gay for the green box
worn inside out for luck
old matt was a nice guy
who, mud-covered by the cult
before the factory heretic
took acid on the back porch
i was a silent partner
made audiences & raised a tit
this was in a chicago subway
that eatery of the culture hero
kidnaps in new jersey outside art
fault lies always on the husband
in free cable television visions

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Untied States

this may not be fiction
with outpatients in captaincy
this private dick is suspect
& space is just silent
on an occultist typewriter
how can our scantrons pencil
when you are children of bar riots
now ambassadors of good will
witch doctors see three humors
that have formalities in the air
and speak in backwards names
alchemies that magazines don’t print
what does deductive reasoning
say of all our lost socks?

Monday, April 02, 2007

When You Walk With Purpose

for Mike

thoughts i am having are small talk
for backstories of other guys
rerun in antiquated rooms
or twist with end narration
where boy scout in quiet myths
that pull on coats of old men
this was the sick hagiography
when you walk with purpose
it’s the stop that tells you
this is not your country
after women & black widows
this is the seventies oil crisis
for hope is a useful situation
i love my crack house