ramble rehearsal

A mind’s size, or talk intent on belittlement
lurches along on clay so many
soulless hippos applied martian
shine to, or maybe they were just a few
hippos; records are shady, iffy,
on this detail and an explanation
or a simple explanatory sketch,
never came out too clear from what vision-shy
characters term a legendary swamp

world made to muddle all concepts
and objects out on an innocent
ramble, including words
grown weary from waiting in limbo
chambers or for the sake of concision,
a small mind may brim with millions
of swimming tetras and lions
and for all any earthling’s fathom
capacities can imagine,

a commune created by and for
guppy-scaled hippos – yes they’d
be aquatic hippos – may just have
themselves a happy little
borough; for all firm species know,
strawberry corals house thousands of grainy
nouns quite capable of engineering
underwater urban light shows
and those as mere revelry appetizers.

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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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