musing idly, take 2

if the albino buffalo
who often beds in underground
groundhog brothels frequently
came to the surface to gulp
a guzzle of air a day’s joy
has made sunny and stroll the lane
relaxed like locals the folks

kicked back on porches high
on potency-packed slack inducers
would miss out on surprise’s
precious blessed surrealism
twirling while swirling a baton
aflame and slightly chocolaty
syrup to go in the freshest shake


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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