2014 #205

so a dirty smoky tide
eased as a cat
commanding Halloween preparations
will always ease, so a dirty smoky
tidal dressing hinted seduction

interest on behalf of edifices
thus inclined because big city bustle shies
from these humid ancient hills
history darkens,
so a seduction

probably could go on
and probably seductions
do go on but they go on in
rather sly fashion since folks
are less and words lazier,

need adorn all but nil chic
stitches in the dispensary
or even to dash through an alley
though dashing ventures on the showy
and showy is for bigger bustle

and watching the pretense
of an unassuming process
did begin to grow
or the seeds surely already planted
were in a mood to stir

just enough to let their cynical host
blink awareness eyes,
a slow painless grind
disguised in sweet wine
goes on at this very moment

and so the dirty smoky tide calls
these humid ancient hills home
and newcomers may as well call these
humid ancient hills home too.
Just don’t look at those pictures.

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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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