ever so slippery 2

but that they do not make me wonder
may be less them and more my present.
I could launch into construction
and make their motives pornographic
– surely all cars can play undercover
cauldrons – and surely millions
of microorganisms have by now
spawned intricate, invisible

civilizations all over
the curtain’s sea green and sleepy
blue zigzags. When we resided
in a city far from my midwestern
nativity, cars and trucks were works
of art and neither side needed to work
hard at it. New priority is
easygoing whimsy reclamation.

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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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