no bad, no good, but Context

the pieces composing the maiden printing
do look from a vista distant as this
vista is like a story scrawled as foreign morsels

with a three if not four and ineligible
for edibility, barely legible,
gray thumb smudges on a storm cloud

exposition; works worthy to crumple,
to toss to the trash, until an escaped
nativity whiff saunters by. Context. Context!

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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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