musing idly, take 3

you could store
this shitake in the shelter.
For if you treat it
like a whopper and fries
you’ll only wind up trying to hide
a habit and shame is a horrific

road on which to make your
nelly navigate. If you feel
it is warmest gem
slip it in your quilt homespun
– may find purpose as heirloom
though let’s hope edges never

catch you on a night driving you batty
because we want an effect
of a lotion’s balm and set you free
from burden, let you bask
relaxed on a seaside
the sun shamelessly drenches

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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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