Poems by Timothy

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  • Strolling like a humped character through a vacant...
    staff-in-hand with piercing eyes, piercing as they...

  • Cargo (2)

    Really don't mind if your love isn't sweet,
    the shrouds I should tug on are the lungs that I...

  • Fingernails were printed on a shelf of broken...
    abused by the riverbed near Ethel's flabby thighs...

  • Dish your flesh upon damp tray
    and whisk your Daughter to Olympus shore...

  • Micro-cats.
    The tiny male courtesy's to society's bleeding...

  • Reeking of Clermont-Ferrand male conditioner
    and inhaling the religion of St Albans parish...

  • Tambura (1) 2

    What withered Frenchman plucks a courtesy
    For a dream about a crimson road with a rich...

  • I
    As a man, I am bound unto my last breath...

  • Enmeshed to all those plodding few,
    that doubt not the quiver of a talent and the...

  • She. (1)

    I heard she'd travelled to Cumbria and swam across...
    I heard she visited Scotland next, then Yorkshire...

  • Why must you make me your slave?
    You are not God, and even if you were...

  • "Full steam ahead
    and dead&quot...