the isolation predicament

So go easy on yourself
See where the pencil
you tried to control usurped you

To be your best guide with a wandering
off where the true spoon of gems
The gleam of enthusiasm

– for once letting nudity’s riches flash –
Fished from where foams openly defy
uniformity and spread

Slosh rebellion against
order and orders blared from
unadorned headquarters.

Sometimes the toughest authorities
To ignore are the ones you allowed
To set up shop inside yourself

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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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