s’mth’n

n m bell up
in tight chimp socks

old Dakota
Bob peddles in far away
Zimbabwe. Xenophobe
charges will at the most raise

eyebrows – the detachable kind
prior tucked same
as a duo  of folks
and set to span

the gulch though the ravine
is pussycat
ranch selling midnight
raunch but once

a ribbon of gold and ice
blue but ethereal

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About come to timmy

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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One Response to s’mth’n

  1. j4n says:

    Reblogged this on ayaladn and commented:
    ‘ello Timtoogo

    Like

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