but there are pitfalls

at the other end a decline
is clear and the moth
misses hot night porch light
beer-battered banter
coming out in cool syrup
drips as impartial
theories in no hurry
though not exactly textbook sluggish
like of sloth, and even if so at least land
isn’t cardboard disguising void

or wasn’t cardboard disguising void
for that’s at the other end
and always crawls
with a belly growling
but began as a cute
new species; who could guess
an appetite endless
and omnivorous
and without a shred
of prejudice drove it

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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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