2014 #323

“But I’ve spoken
of this to no one
and it isn’t that I want
to leave you or anyone or
this or any place
– but I feel inert
almost every day and -”
“nights?”
“Nights? What about

nights?”
“Do these feelings
– are you inert
in the nights?”
“Maybe more inert
in the nights
though I meant in
the sense that a day
is general in time

and now I forgot – why?”
“No big why.
Just thought I’d help you
with your phrase.
Big part of my role
is helping our
residents.
But you know that.
Let’s hope you know.”

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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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