2014 #136: another try

last grasp for the last cookie
but mushiness
is the name of the marshy
state crumbs went down

and drowning went nature’s
natural way, soiling
soils, and the sheets

in this night wearing muggy
trousers or not all the way

muggy but mainly the middle,
mock, fluently each other,
muck, and gasps

fast evaporate,
eaten
by the mushy marsh

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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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