Poems by Timothy

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  • I once belied a mousetrap,
    with leopard masking tape, mouthing some...

  • Tambura (1) 2

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

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

  • Last night in rural London,
    mangled in elastic clockwork...

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

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

  • Milling isn't the best of sorts,
    nor is he the sort of man who'd...

  • How does your river swim, Sir?
    When you're out alone on wifeless days...

  • Why is it that underpaid bus drivers wave to each...
    When his/her colleague drives by...

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

  • Tossed.
    Like a coin or a phallic...

  • Viking (4)

    Living and loving alike,
    bonding with Guthrum, despite...