2014 #284

go ahead and believe
the party will never end;
snort all those snowy flakes
fogies like me will sourly see
as candies concealing the greatest

eternal deceit
that shuts out the omnipresent
pendulum none ever gained control
over and none ever will gain
control over because any given

season grants a backhand favor
in that it might feel like a forever
to a speck each is. For instance,
both Moses and the golden calf
revelers probably felt

a brotherly relief,
like, well that’s taken care of,
this manner we command
will never topple.
Oh but then Moses

returned and man was he pissed
and it doesn’t really matter
if he did or did not exist;
more important
is the pendulum metaphor

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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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