2014 #189

yet doing to a human what is done
to terms kept in basement terrariums
is never asked for conference table
presence or maybe attendance
says it better but let us ignore

please we must ignore the perforated
rectangular papery door
forming in the wall next to the trays
coffees and cakes were sent and spent
and are now quite devastated

and there goes the bang but this bang
isn’t banging a glass panel
but the chandelier is agitated
because of all places a truckload
of crickets should go, this is the last


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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