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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Running in to You

you are a cartoon character
playing british adaptations of beer pong
claiming the while malaysian ancestry
that surfaces in afrocentric lighting
the respect is worth a fiver & not enough
for this is a city of perfect solutions
on the way to his solitary tavern taking last meals
of the day he walks past ghosts of his present
making memory plays out of childhood
to the sound of the orchard machines pounding
a russian middle age in search of a novacaine
cold comfort for toil of twentysomethings
watching a winter of your turn
when you were so certain it was still summer

Sunday, October 24, 2010

The Bones We Inhabit

i am wrecking my face
with a map of your apartment
it is deer hunter orange
over aluminum slurries of a power base
the substance in which lumberjacks
store their unwanted furniture
for unanswerable admissions policies
that clearly refuse tradition
to underwrite their own grandfathers
in respect to aspects of career
who came along way, baby
just to collapse in grand mal revelations
in a reasonable age who hope to claim