double A ramble

soon as the head hunter waves
the dirty blade (using ridden
chaps), the run after runaway breath
hatchlings may blast from the starting blocks

about to teeter and the shadow
can quit expressing jitters,
shown by the shy
inch, but only due to how Sunshine’s

day goes, you know, mood, dealing with
beggar shadows and without
the heart to inform Shadow clean escape
is mirage; return for peace

furtherance represents
destiny and maybe once pursuit
shoves off, the tiny cave
dwellers will unlock their heaven

and those chapters will hit the ramp,
tumble and plop, full of questions
about where to go, which hall, which door
to an optimal waiting room

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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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