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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Five Fingered Discount

pumpkin pie martinis & familial toasts
so forgotten marbled centaurs
it's just a big mess any how
with soft-bellies & plastic cups
this reunion of disregarded suspects
is a 1950's of unclassified acquaintances
that read too much classic postures
gotten away with his one secret love
but tonight is a mephis allegory
that kid of board footed painting
green with ten year old discovery
your turn again in passing games
that today is a gone civilization
ruled by gods of memory loss

Sunday, October 05, 2008

I like Intimate Criminals

you thought this was cinco de mayo
thin-veiled lemons in little water
under rubric of fake volumes
fill lists for dissatisfied citizenry
get out of my family language
searched in electronic generations
for hard-won libraries of taxonomy
it was never proven to be hoax
this is skin touched with finality
in the savagery of cried myth
since memory is empty of true names
after we came in and dropped coin
loudly drowned in party atmospheres
suddenly saturday to hold your ears tight

Thursday, October 02, 2008

When We Listen to Hockey Moms

i learned the truth at seventeen
god loves a working economy
darn gone in the mystic down
in water women’s throats drown
mispronounce those mavericks of
exeptionialism in new reckoning
i heard the blood of folksy smirks
destined to manifest from reformation
shout out across straits of melting ice
when counts one man and one woman
lonely planets of dust bowl truckers
circle eugenic stars of nuclear families
on our side this paranoid surging sea
stemmed on the sands of believers