coming awake 4

The forlorn minnow
experimentation specialist
reacted in startle at the touch
to his shoulder to snap him out
of the shock of thinking of all
the minnows minted and newly winged,
buzzing in ignorance into
the hostile mainland.

“This is not the time
for squatting in a self-pity
or funereal puddle
– you don’t even notice how blurry
it is and thus how blurry you are.
You must utilize the…. well will you
force me to tongue the term?”

“No, oh no my faithful
unofficial right-hand-clerk,
I could never force you to
tongue the term. I shall tongue it,
tongue the term. Only allow me this
one more forlorn sigh. See I forlornly
sigh, now bring me the shell phone.
Let us only hope the mainland’s biggest
cheeses haven’t already…. overreacted.”


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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