2014 #298

so an adjective emboldened
bellied to the bar and settled
calloused elbows on the varnished
bar’s edge as though spatial invasion
was accidental and Glossary
cursed inside because the rye went down
perfect, pausing for a quick term
of endearment for syntax and cursed
because the moment demanded

a subsequent rye and intuition
did not bother to tempt redundancy
by telling Glossary what Glossary
needed no intuitive assistance
in accurately deducing,
that this adjective emboldened
and intrusive hadn’t bellied
to the varnished bar just to order
more liquor for the dictionaries

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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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