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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Correcting the Dinosaurs

i am being snuffed out
that’s what this occasion bears
with a papa bear full of intentions
they kept the wilhelm scream
dear to the shoot ‘em up children
with desire to impart that old beat
of the time we all came up together
& cried hold over one another
since there is no such thing as a brontosaur
in the carpal tunnels of damaged love
you point to in shrinking maps
of a more convenient decade to have courage
and other unwelcomed confessions
right before I found the antifreeze

Sunday, July 24, 2011

That Kind of Day

but had we seen on your first day, vested in
kind of midwestern winds that shift burden
blankets regions of the hearts and minds
it is a typical season, your low pressure
unresolved into horizons of panic
like foretelling a dry speaking meteorology
to stubborn out on living situations
with your rabbi long forgotten messageless
it is the task of the new proprietors to make
smears of the once loved mother figures
bearded in print to retable the cool kids
it is not what you can do, it is what is easy
in the coffeeless clatches of oven prides
written off faces of bubbles as they shrink