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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Luck As Falls

i am famous then
too afraid to make guesses
when this object theatre
is conditions of luck
or that do not occur to me
would act as ice breakers
for squat city pilgrims
as if acts of charity defy us
i am panic in religion
poverty of this gambling song
that marches passed oligarchs
games that whistle the days when
monarchs of our wronged scenes
silent, return to cold climates

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

My So-Called Sonnet

for B.

this room has only one door
& a theory has everyone in deathtraps
to tell me that woman is an egress
that absconds with measuring spoons
whose oldwives programs start
at ten, & we watch the stories
live richly as earringed dowagers
where a typist brought a class action
correcting the opiates in a shame
to dismiss chivalries of teenagers
now you know the true rockies
that exit peoria, and the bay area
that was never leaving but going
in as many disposable migrations