the best betterment

pocked packet went to sleep
hungry so had
silver studded pet
on which to dream of gorging on
if in tidbit takes
between dreamy ether
bouts but oh lo look

at the rays making
graffiti freely
as though a time of day
or days themselves dissolves
thanks to the sauntering passage
of the acid
thunderstorm who brought gifts
in shiny change that
issues automatic
homecoming permits

where one can simply sit
and contemplate
the garden’s platters
for feasts rather
than feeling you must dive
in though that door too uses
the old fashioned crack in partition,
should the mood be in pine
for the circuitous life


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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