it is equally true

a significant side
is starting to pace
around and has stubbed
a pile of evil nails

wondering with harsh huffs
when we will wander on one of those
meaning-absent tangents
where the purpose is pure play

and consonants we can drag
for great grimy miles
of lines and soon as a clear
idea begins to stick

a snout out its hole
we have at ready our snappy tweezers
and the phantom half-baked
on the veranda can get to the stove

and whip up artificial angel hairs.
Those old avenues the significant
side with harsh huffs is wondering
and puffing. Well this latest foray

does play but it has become
heavy – or not heavy, no not heavy –
heavier – not even heavier.
Involved. More involved. Why not flick

it a bit? Fear? Maybe. Fear of losing.
But that’s heavy itself. Oh but once
it is all set up tremendous fun may flood
and run wherever and maybe forever.


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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