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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Exit Strategy

you talk of going but don't even have a suitcase- John Weiners

it takes more than your handyman’s house
to stop a heart at the stairs
then some elderly rastafarian smiler passes
a sought after woman laughs
at the edge of those bladed vigils
when at ten a.m. it is too early for crumping
up in here to call and respond
to a city that is its own nationality
this is not a farewell address
for the last direct question before
crazy weekends end in sober highway miles
with new names for the rodeo
i am a father who cuts loose his children
and heads for the wilderness

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Still Abode of Stones

you know, polonius was going to die anyway

when he skips roles of do-it-yourself love

to vault faithful flashmobs in time

to translate that leftover scrap of

tongues spoken on peeled bedroom walls

with knives in wait without relations

carves into trees “no matter what, it can stop”

says a voice abducted from the throat

it is the joy of watching them go

tumbleweeds to the paired courses

that tear petty countries in two

lest we fear the break, we collide

systems of bodies downsized and retried

like the swing of neck watching tennis