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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, March 20, 2010

I am so Happy to Finally be Home

for C.G.

not that we get to choose our addictions
popping relevancies on the table
when you have to save the galaxy
it is easier to name in pairs
with television pilot uncommon matches
in the transmission from the mother laptop
the kingdom of cognition is within
the russian of the seventies is a variety show
and the hallelujah chorus is the daisy bell
set to watch thirty minutes of singular breath
in a loop of what it’s worth strikes deep
into lines of recycling demands and
is subject of this sonnet
what the predicate says he does

Thursday, March 18, 2010


gone through it all with that catch
it’s a fear i can’t stop
call it a sage response to flight
suddenly like edges of skin mix
with metal banking colleagues know
sells the everyman kitchen floors
and bigger crimes choke of memory
it’s like karma’s buyer’s remorse
this is a bad idea- i’m out
sharp acts follow climbs on unbrave trees
now that we speak about this openly
smoking the while a mirror of me
disregard the damned clocks
i guess i am just not ready