2014 #211

What they package from the factory
is only what the factory’s execs
decided to package
to meet a standard in dial

tones and what even factory
execs would have to understand
are multiple passages
which leave room to play with volume

and a carburetor, a muffler,
and sure a guy finds his groove in classic
ageless models
but solder ain’t super glue and any

decent dealer stocks every store
with all the wire
a remodeling hobbyist
could dream of and misery

can’t run any project for misery
ruins all joy-clad plans
and aims. Meaning to say an openness
should never be the enemy

and if an adage comes along
and the adage fits, hell, slip it on
and if the scarlet
feathers grow and call

these bushes back here home
and like kaleidoscope stars, peck
the snow, assuming there will be snow since
our new burg is far far from Idaho,

hey why the hell not; no that ain’t it.
Who knows what it is. Maybe
a then-nameless, then-faceless worker
went to his grave wearing a little grin

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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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