beware of certain surfs

it cannot be true that the thirsts of lust
are expanding space from the tablecloth
where punches of pink and burgundy wine

extended sparkly smiles and promised
the last concern is that there is a rush;
that a peek in a conspiracy
scope does possess a consistency that is
actually stickier than porno

or claims it is stickier than porno
and by porno is not meant video
unless we mean funhouse rodeo rides.
Adventure again blown far from the trail.


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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