2014 #210

There is no way to deny the spotlight
beaming on the palm of this hand
and its diamond that gleams a lot more gaudy
than it needs about what a sorry,
entitled, vain, has-been-son-of-a-bitch

this once-a-blue-eyed-boy grew up to be.
In this other a twin glows but it is
a remarkably plain flavor and its list
of honest wishes blushes
with an awkward modesty


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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