2014 #130

…so go ahead and bump
back when coming in
the pocket, give touches
that twitch if the bumpy
so insists as our
oriental hostess
may in mist swim in and spread
some sweet butter coat blend designed
to stoke much more than a man’s mere
imagination; blood will be

boiling, steam paints the walls
as neighbors know a gentleman’s top
is about to blow and seeds shall verily
spray in the coating of what was ground,
and the word Play comes home from what
turned into a nearly two year journey
and just the sound of the screen door slam
settles all who’d allowed the mood
to forget who it is – so hard
a fall – origins fishy fear no depths


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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