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and to think i saw it on floyd terrace

Tim Martin's Sonnet Project

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Forgeries of Jealousy

Dear Joan-whoever-you-are-now,
are phoenixes just boojums of reincarnation?
they have taken the seats out of the theater
& my pulse is adjusting to middle aged rythmns
i wish there was more time for mothering
since they took photos of drag queens on Thursday
it was dance that replaced irony
there are a thousand words for sarcasm
just like eskimos and snow, here
in my fantasy we become hydras
my many tongues crave detail
& wine and coca cola, you call it bamboo
even in texas, there is strategy
where people’s eyes are dedicated to the fire


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