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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Monday, August 22, 2011

Your Blues

i am drawing a map of our highschools
on the back of gas station napkins
this is how we started, i think
play music: free beer,
my math was decent enough to find west
and you know, that’s a charter school now
in the old testament to our lifestyles
what seems exotic, ends up a fake british accent
drains our interest in what is called the cost of living
dear brother, it has been exactly one week
and making noise isn’t what it used to be
the truth is, I lost my cosmology in a national park
and somewhere its theater deadens me
but we get to come home rough and immediate


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