chip-chip-chip

well now that we’ve solved why we wrestled
beyond exhaustion’s generous
capacity for explanation –
yep a tricky trick, the salivation
story entailing buzzer or bell,

but that’s eastern ways and why the westward
push romanced brethren weary
of working in boxes – glad to take
a chance in lands the uppity
termed savage – what better method

to break a tic than break a bronc
and if you broke a neck at least a stream
the melting snows that leaked slowly
from up in the peaks, swelled, waited near
to usher, cleanse, departing soul

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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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