2014 #203

there goes hopping a cardinal
recently returned from a world
where the peacock fashions exert
formidable sway in that general

body heavy on carnal
appetites; cardinal
tries to help his neighbors
open their hearts to his light, but no dice,

because they didn’t have buzzards
over there but you better believe
buzzard poverty
is the most nonsensical

fiction around here
and no matter how decorous,
all the birds will have to call
someday a mortuary


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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