Love Lyric Gone Wrong

The longer the sun shines the higher
the hems rightly rise and share with produce
browsers hints of undersea angels

with secret scents inundated in coral
pink lingering after lap emergence
and immoral crocuses blossom

on top of dreamscapes insistent
on spreading an agenda pushing
penetration of the silken clasp…

oh come on! Silken Clasp! Silken Clasp!
Why you’d think mallards filled the sky.
Not textbook mallards but the monotone.

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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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