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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

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


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