restoration chores

I feel a grudge high on
animation splashes.
Legs aren’t parting
in invitation near
like the way the party
rolled over every night
shorn of a single mercy thread;
squashing time’s tiny pimples

while burning eternal candles
on those shores whose denizens
called a river turf and street.
But feel, oh feel, this caress
that adores doting on thighs
and anger in the eyes will surrender
to the saddest desire to bring
from the grave the sweetest memories

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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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