so making love
or the feeling
of feeling like making
love is an abstraction

as this will be passive
yet the road to Bangkok,
well let’s not say there ain’t more concrete
word fits or fittings strung on a string –

on the other hand I have not personally
traveled to Bangkok; not by train,
not by plane
– prop or jet –

making love, don’t see how
you go much wrong,
making love
as much as you can


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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