2014 #324

whitewater mistress in action
feeds wheaties to gravity
and the jaw hinged on a gentleman
historically rigid
hasn’t much to say

about how the hanging happens
and never mind that mound
which hasn’t had to tolerate
weight like what weights its doughy
frame; see the paddle clatter

and cracks like a toothpick
and now floats with trout
on the sidewinder
route;
see the salamander
spends no glance,
too enveloped in the grip of a
mate

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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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