2014 #153

maybe the idea is to be able
to switch to the automatic
like knowing you can sleepwalk in traffic.
Knowing you will feel nothing when you
break a limit. Shrug at the squeal
of a pad on smoke, hit a curb, spit,
so the nearest creepy creature
will refrain from silly rebellion

entertainment sympathy
because while writhing if struck with blindness
progress proceeds a hell of a lot
smoother – protocol – depends on who
the protocol commander happens to be
and the number of lapel bars and stars.
Okay in this case – best case by all means,
to go on and doze off. Lanes jammed? Who cares


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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