Tyler Martin Poems
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What Day Is It?
That would be today, but according to the vaginal data this would be might,
and finally the adjustment is boned. A looming silence fingers the air,
until a shattering clack of vertical blinds alerts him to what's in there.
The distance is subdermal, for gravy’s got the hematoma. Here
comes the part where source transmission blunders through the line,
for finally does it feel like it might be fine without it, a lock,
sitting sillier still inside the hole of the key of life.
Transmission: bodies, corded like moldering wood in a sleet storm,
steaming still ...
Patrick, a young man of the landed gentry
failed at business and married Sarah Sheldon.
Got slaves and the Pine Slash Farm as a wedding gift.
Worked side-by-side with his living wedding presents,
But the land was choked dead by tobacco juice,
And then the house burned down.
Moved into the Honeymoon Cottage and then