about the facts

a stance that refuses to surrender
comprises large measure in the pleasure.
The shame would be the shooting of the dove
who openly confesses she is lunch
unless brute survival drives the instinct
in which case our sumptuous dove does
possess an upper hand advantage,

if a kind of queenly martyrdom.
These accessories aside, the cherry
of living in these menageries
remains the moment the surrender
becomes a totalitarian
noted in how the gales can snap or eat
stone or arboreal density

which is devoid of inherent value
if reluctance or denial
did never settle and erect
the style of stoicism
that does nothing but beckon by
a brutal arousal the reptile
sniffing for prey perfectly primed and shy

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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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