mind map meander #5

Couldn’t hurt to hike
because getting irretrievably lost
is near impossible; might have to deal
with protesting soles and just one blister
can be a snappy bossy bitch
and thirst will grow a dominant
hand over passions; but in time,
one foot, one step after the other,
and lo the market’s clacks thanks to tongues
that dicker and pass along

a grandpa witticism
or so the imagination paints
because imagination gets
the luxury of perpetual
blissful ignorance – well anyway,
as expected, many of the best
long ones were snatched well before
lunchtime, but the strong drink tents
are barely greased and the heat
brings out legs you can see would be

like a peach pastry to bury
the face between as they’d like silk
hook the back, the blades as heels
claw for stirrups, except
they are too springy and spongy
and the habit was abandoned
for shaving, but there are anthill creators
already animating suitable
substitutes for the reality
acceptable as unrealizable

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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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