ah, the return to the good old aimlessness

begins methinks
with orders taller than
an average goliath

(though an average
goliath would to the basic
skyscraper be inserted in

the pygmy class), and then planners
come slyly to power,
take a town and the taken town

is experimented on,
until in time an ideal
of streets that must be straight

and domiciles issued numbers
they must wear on their chests,
uses innocuous

persuasion techniques to inundate
main streets already designed
for general gullibility


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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