Today I know there is that Zone
because I am not in it and don’t know
where to go to find it;
probably just have to tear into a veil,
but first believe there is a veil to tear into
because those veils are chameleons.
Okay maybe not all veils are chameleons
but I’m pretty sure the veils in this dimension
are chameleons. Really big fucking chameleons too.
Can’t say how many chameleons
are using this room. Probably don’t wanna know.
Should’ve shut the window. Too late now.
Seven. Smell seven chameleons.
Just can’t see them. They need deodorant.


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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