2014 #266

shell’s delicate enough
since transatlantic transport
became a wad tossed to the trash

and sticky orange soda syrup
offended the readymade-damned when
the readymade-damned could’ve used that time

for something productive like horticulture,
masonry, animal husbandry,
pottery, photography, poetry,

but this overshoots the turn,
which is a shell already delicate,
trying to host a neighborly frolic

glamorizing all that is flesh,
but having to guard the party
from those filthy progress fumes

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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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