it is art

all of it is art
and not all hits the center
all the time and this muscle
is deep in tone while
the other muscles
are begging for water; what throws
the gravel in the grits

is historical perception.
But here we err because the perspective’s
arrow hits the shoulder blade.
Guess it doesn’t lodge
but it does create pain
and maybe the neighbors
wonder why the shriek

and if numbers are in
order. What makes it is
obviously the departure.
And this in itself is not easy,
necessarily, unless fortune
brings presence within walking distance
to the oblivion cliff

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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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