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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Ground Force of My Contagion

what renewable objects cost
hidden in this smoker’s cough
in the life story of motor lady
like decent produce & sex
we find that rough talk
at surfaces of our vessels
too monastic for the jungle
so signing in blue boxes
of men in your extended network
these social uses of bacon
the deep south of our letter bomb
the ground force of my contagion
under the signatures of chivalry

Saturday, July 28, 2007

Hired Man Blues

i am a document of sleep
seconded by blue faces
in those catholic bedrooms
this arcana of hanged men
whose wife was constant
in polar climates, two bears
scratch at the tableside
whose piano of biographies
play like television themes
monkeys know this danger
at the frozen 31st street vent
in the clutches of credit barons
who do not pay today, this crime
anytime we are in arizona

Friday, July 06, 2007

Dinosaurs in Antarctica

when secretly three bites of omelet
hide words in children’s menus
this would raise baby meerkats
& employ them as card sharks
that sing silent night in german
for unresolved texans to commute
my rage in nicknamed stand-by modes
that count linden trees in riddles
as they sound unsilent cuckoos
when you wanted rhinos and
all that could be drawn was zebras
who are classic landwars in asia
offered clemency by big game hunters
who question the ends of their forks