a little morning nonsense exercise

How did these feet make it back
to Tennessee Street so fast
seeing as the team of ten

rocketed the cable to tell
the star in charge of sabotage
that all concerned should plan on a long

time wandering the wilderness,
an upside a festival, a feast,
of unfettered immorality

but now the troubles wink and are
snickering. The Wilderness
a mirage or suburbia

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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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