2014 #108

too grisly for the art itself
are the rubber mammoths
and metal sabers in charge

of almost all except
a cherished cavern before clods
with clubs finally took up farming

and animal husbandry
but they sure kept
some powder in their breeches

and a purpose really is in the mix,
to peek at a news
or an opinion page,

where the object seems to be
to return to bagging
the big amoeba trophy


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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