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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, September 25, 2008

I'll Show You Mine

seriously this spans my head
for days with painkiller siblings
lost that very charge that brought
him thus far on urban living
& millionaires take their bailouts
in lands where there is never enough
capital art feeds the dogs to explode
like games decisions disappear in
if i trust you to do this for me
or the bargain is laid on charnel
grounds for references to skinny ties
there are holes individuals come to admire
absences that cost nothing singular
silences that scares the codetalkers
to open you babble playtime songs
at the risk of truer parts showing

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Explanations

for Christopher

my correspondence is behind
a kettle that will be undelivered
adding satisfied but unfinished
rooms or really just the one
that holds the house at bay
hours there, ours wherever
that click for another wintertime
pictures are better than trust
your brothers count as armies
in the days that we made camp
so fire follows us to safehouses
hidden in the smoke and dew
damn, happy occasions keep us
gathering this mouth precious litany

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Everybody Remember Where We Parked

in stacks in hand, awake
blink & i remember questions
began with one word
painkillers wrote acknowledgements
solved with smoke under our colors
welcome cold into our lungs
to pray before the mood altar
in thin air, i was skinnier
closer to the lake, night admits
crack straight into my jaw
better living through astronomy
what to do when it leaks
in the company of cell phones
i am less interested in the answers