2014 #165

thinking many suppositions
could’ve been no more wayward all along;
such as letting run what has risen
and insists on spilling over the lips
and playing hot molasses beads,
molasses breathing antiquity

like modesty echoes antiquity;
such as freely sending sex juice verses
to inundate a page’s every acreage.
But maybe reversing or inverting
is the better mix plan. The naughtiest
nymph or sultriest siren

should always be lounging or bathing
or exuding, play coy, sidle bold,
tease eyes, nose, nibble ears, sit seductive,
splay saucy impudence, saying to move,
move, keep moving this pen and tell
any story but the story she stars in


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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