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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Apes of Apology

one third of this life is at war
on the side of  investments and inventions
based on loud mouthed south philly men
scared sons, the kind of who prove far easier
to pass through the eye of a hurricane
than through the pages of a bible
but please make sure not to recycle it
ground quakes & do you know the language of heaven
it’s a thug life at risk under illiterate stars
we read the birds as they drop from europe
another whispered hallelujah chorus of poor kids
sing out like weeds in a hated garden plot
behind grey mansions like de maurier
i am in the ghost of your first wife


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