escape escape escape

Wish we could build cities
with lemonade lakes in pastry
parks oozing jams that freshly

squish strawberry and laziness
is rewarded with naps beneath
buttercup trees; here a gent

of each tier could have a little
sliver to fiddle with while say
waiting for a transportation vehicle

say bus, a squeezable crease
formed to sate buds in a hanker
for the sweet and the sticky;

these perks being forever
irrevocable for each
and every dweller. Oh here says

this tongue, it is wrong to deny
the poor and the humble these dreams.
Of course by we I can’t mean me.


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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