2014 #224


maybe a dictator does
when getting gunned down entertain
a thought that is forced to be most fleet

that concerns the concept of legacy,
maybe prophecies are thunderbolts
that must go poof when executioners

let loose joys auto settings cannot
keep to themselves for another second
and triggers are pulled and unleash death’s scent

I mean I would not know the name
of that dictator had you asked around
then. But thanks to that bastard, I have lived


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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2 Responses to 2014 #224

  1. i love the point of view and the sharp delivery. Yes!


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