2014 #229

now and then there is a professor
so smug, so dry, the cutup can’t help
the feeling of being called to an open
field invitation to cultivate
every seed that can sprout madness,

until it is seen just what a poor
pitiful pelican the professor
so smug, so dry, is, and the cutup is
doubly pitiful and a much more paltry
poor cutup because it just isn’t right.

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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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