2014 #215

…it doesn’t matter
if I say fakery plays
not a thirty-second
peep and if the mister…
Jackson is it? If the mister
Jackson over here feels the need
to pipe in and claim in the open
all acts we’ve spoken of were pulled off
by talented acting crews,
nothing can be done until

or if a free inquiry
or inquest is given a class
A license; however to disrupt
a tale of the feathery lady
is not at all appreciated;
we were where she withdrew
her thorny talon
and while the bedding played blood font
suggested events unfold
slower and we all knew she was right

and calls went out
for bringing in slower motions
and what we were wanting to clear up went
and swam over the horizon
and someone on a seashore will see
and reach in the wet
sand and shall shortly
be bawling and all because
hecklers pipe in with no other
intent but that which hounds


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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