musing idly, take 5

as we were saying
picket ink would smudge
message edges and luxury’s
flotilla begins
a slippery list
before barely getting to the stuffed
tortilla’s juicy goodies

cussing with grins chili burns
and summoning emergency
bubble hops or even sweaty tea
for the teetotaler.
This is what creepy
sanctimony does.
Buddy can you spare a raft?


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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