morning thought-flake (continued)

that’s why if
thy hand offend thee,
chop the fucker off,
and what offends thee
is the pointing of a finger
because pointing a finger
as though the heavens
fashioned a halo

for thy glorious
righteous crown only,
only reveals idiocy
and thy blindness of
just how fucking shallow
thou art. And it don’t make
a speck of fucking difference
if it be the left hand’s

index finger directed at the mob
over there to the right
or if it is they who form
a stiffened index finger, cocked
for thick fiery spewing at those
over there on the left.
They betray their bitch-marriage
with Legalism. Both do.

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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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