then again when

when the high crashes thanks to trickster darts
by the high is meant the high when high on
the hammering of a tale that suddenly
says how about letting us inhabit
this distorted dwelling for another
month if not season if not forty-five
thousand more words, which the trickster dart squad
happens to overhear so they send jets
to pop the balloon so the high crashes,
well there are always poems willing

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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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