2014 #100

lightning grab of the utterance
on flight from the frozen form;
hit stop and check gauges,

verify travelers lost
on holiday so had
rather left earlier because

coffees are abundant
on the highways
and as usual someone

did not double check pressures.
And just because a road made dirt
clouds in an opaque

era doesn’t mean a newer,
sleazier, more amoral
commissioner couldn’t rise

and never fretted about
letting a greasy leer slip loose
because this commissioner

raises them, raises greasy
leers; plenty more
where the one slithering

into copper-bearded tansies
was conjured. Deputy
clicks the button. Picks up

the scope and says
to the fuzzy signal
yes he did study the movies.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

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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