chewing fat

Projects? Oh but project feels
more mountainous than these
old sticks care to tackle
and the bucks and the does got their passions
that leave little time for passing
a handful of hours harmless
listening to tangents spinning themselves

into microcosmic tales;
ferns framing the pond; seem to flex
a bit or they could be calling for
a breeze to put them to sleep;
could longingly look at
a forgotten decade,
like that seven-up can,

lain in the weeds, truck run it over,
why pester it; bet it hit
someone’s parched spot,
probably came from the store
long silent where we once sat
and shot the shit while
watching trains and girls.


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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